Mine is the last heart
that should receive freedom.
It's twisted, hopelessly dark,
deceitful,
a puzzle that no one can figure out.
But God's eyes don't work like mine.
He sees what I can not,
sees through to the heart within the heart,
the one Christ died for.
It's a miracle that I can't explain.
Barbed wire snaps like string,
again and again.
Iron bars break like toothpicks.

God found the way to my heart
and I'm freedom bound.