Trapped
A face,
A friend,
Anything to welcome me;
A light,
A sound,
Even a bite to eat?
But none will help me,
I'm trapped.
Sometimes wondering,
Sometimes enjoying myself,
Inside of my cramped cage.
Little do I know,
That I'm not really trapped,
There is an easy way out.
There's a way to stop my sin,
My pain, my longing,
My yearning for a new flesh.
A young man,
But in his youth,
Steps to my door,
A smile on his face,
And introduces me to
The LORD.
Trapped? I think not-