A psalm of spontaneous praise.

He set me free.
He looked down in His golden gaze,
Saw me writhing in my shame in the dirt
In the dark
Stuck.
Trying to prove myself.

He held me gently with His nail-pierced hands,
Peeled off me the dirt and grime
Peeled me off the miry clay
Washed me with His cleansing blood
Dried my hair with His sweet Spirit
Wrapped me in a cloak of pure white
And placed me - perched me on a clear , clean, mountaintop

That had no fear,
No requirement, no religion
No need to prove anything.

He set me free!
I dance with Him in His glory
I dance on his stage of romance..!
He set me free.

His golden glow cascading down my form
Making me anew
I'm perfect in Dad's eyes
He's pleased with me

He looks at me and He sees His Son
My Janaan*. My Beloved
For He is in me and He is mine
I'm in Him and I am His.

He set me free.

(C)

*janaan - Pashto word for 'most beloved one'.

Photo creditas : Rukshan David