“Whom the Son sets free is freed indeed.”  ~John 8.36, KJV

“If the Son sets you free, you are really free.” ~John 8.36, HCSB

 

Chains are the jewelry of bondage

Dress up and society will play nice

Heavy but shiny

Holding back but saving my place

They make me look good but my vision is limited

I can only see so far; I can only go so far

They are my link but I don’t feel like myself when I wear them

 

Dissatisfied but too tired to pull away

I sleep in them and before long, I never take them off

It’s easier this way

Tired of the tug of war

I don’t know what I’m pulling against or what I’m tied to

I have surrendered before I know who I’m fighting for

I just let them have me

 

Never had a name of my own

I’ve only lived in social cardboard boxes

Going wherever there is space

Checked off

I’m in and out

Accounted for and discounted

 

It’s not the best arrangement

But boxes are cheap and easy to come by

Passed along, reusable, not hard to carry, disposable

And they don’t take up much space

 

But, I’m free to choose the size of my box,

The number of links in my categorical chain

When I get tired of wearing them, I’ll take them off

When I get tired of living this way, I’ll move