Walking In Freedom
By Duncan Nalos
I step toward the pathway of light.
Behind me is the shadow land where voices of sadness, and failings can be heard.
The shadow land is a place where thoughts of my failings cycle through my mind over and over.
Reoccurring thoughts travel along neropathways forming well worn ruts, strongholds that need to be broken down.
Where do these thoughts and inner messages of condemnation come from,
When did they begin ?
From whom were they given voice ? A teacher, a parent, kids at school, some hidden accuser, myself ?
Oh Lord let me hear your voice, lead me away from this shadow land, this valley of death.
My Child I have loved you with an everlasting love.
My mercies will never come to an end, they are new every morning
When I formed you and saw your unformed substance I treasured you.
I chose you to be my own, I lavished you with my favor.
I revealed myself to you through a loving Mother and I sent some of my choicest people to come along side of you along your path.
I have always been there and I will never leave you.
I have so much more planned for you down the road that I know will make your heart sing.
I opened your eyes to see the beauty around you, and nurtured in you a love of nature,
I revealed my self to you in storms and stars.
I would have spoiled you endlessly if I thought it would be good for you.
Yet so much of what you have gone through breaks my heart,
My thoughts for you are far more than you could ever imagine.
I intercede for you and seek to navigate you through the minefield of life, this battle ground between flesh and spirit.
Would that you could hear my voice still and small, though it may be along side the clamor of this world.
Thank you for taking the time to listen to me today it means so much to me, son.
Behind me is the shadow land where voices of sadness, and failings can be heard.
The shadow land is a place where thoughts of my failings cycle through my mind over and over.
Reoccurring thoughts travel along neropathways forming well worn ruts, strongholds that need to be broken down.
Where do these thoughts and inner messages of condemnation come from,
When did they begin ?
From whom were they given voice ? A teacher, a parent, kids at school, some hidden accuser, myself ?
Oh Lord let me hear your voice, lead me away from this shadow land, this valley of death.
My Child I have loved you with an everlasting love.
My mercies will never come to an end, they are new every morning
When I formed you and saw your unformed substance I treasured you.
I chose you to be my own, I lavished you with my favor.
I revealed myself to you through a loving Mother and I sent some of my choicest people to come along side of you along your path.
I have always been there and I will never leave you.
I have so much more planned for you down the road that I know will make your heart sing.
I opened your eyes to see the beauty around you, and nurtured in you a love of nature,
I revealed my self to you in storms and stars.
I would have spoiled you endlessly if I thought it would be good for you.
Yet so much of what you have gone through breaks my heart,
My thoughts for you are far more than you could ever imagine.
I intercede for you and seek to navigate you through the minefield of life, this battle ground between flesh and spirit.
Would that you could hear my voice still and small, though it may be along side the clamor of this world.
Thank you for taking the time to listen to me today it means so much to me, son.