The Escape

Running past ev’rything I’d ever known,

Leaving the one place I’d ever called “home,”

Trying to figure out where I should go,

But stumbling because I was lost on my own.


Leaving the past in the dust behind me,

Hoping this choice would help me become free,

Promising that I would never look back,

But pausing because that was all that I had.


Starting to wonder if I should have stayed,

Questioning ev’ry decision I’d made,

Hoping that, somehow, I’d find a safe place,

But doubting that I could survive this escape.


Searching for somewhere to survive the night,

Thinking that I should just give up the fight,

Looking for something to help me escape,

But not seeing anyone to guide my way.


I admit I am lost in the darkest despair

Without a dear friend or a loved one who cares.

I want to return to the “home” where I lived,

But You gave me an offer I couldn’t resist.


You promise a home that is safe from all harm

And love that endures in the light and the dark.

No matter what pleasure I had in the past,

I cannot go back because that home won’t last.


My old home was comfortable and felt safe,

But I know it was causing me inner pain.

That place brought me temporary happiness

But never the hope that You’ve given that’s endless.


For when you were slaves of sin, you were free in regard to righteousness. Therefore what benefit were you then deriving from the things of which you are now ashamed? For the outcome of those things is death. But now having been freed from sin and enslaved to God, you derive your benefit, resulting in sanctification, and the outcome, eternal life (Romans 6:20-22 NASB).


Photo credit: Emily

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