One Sunday morning.
One sunny morning,
I wake up with this
feeling deep inside me.
Fear tries to strip me
off my testimony.
“Lord, how can this be?
Can you hear me?
Or you’re just whining?
Can you free me?
Or you’re just trying?
But, wait—
You saved Paul, John,
Lot and Mary;
Come and save me.
The fear, guilt, pain I feel,
they tryina’ kill me.
I know you know this;
And I know you know me
More than I know me.
So, if this’ what is?
I’m on my knees then,
Head bends to the
rythym of my need, yes—
tryina’ pray thee.
But I hope you hear this,
Come free me.”

Hagios A. Akins