Restrictions
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
My childhood in a Christian home
Was good, but held restrictions too
Withholding eyes from gleaming chrome
Inside a gloomy church to view
Outside my wistful eyes would roam.
With childhood games, my parents' frown
Would soon curtail my joyous play
With friends, they thought would pull me down
This my upbringing would betray
And lead me to the 'worldly' town.
My thirst for 'worldly' things increased
For these restrictions always showed
For me to look from west to east
Where many paths of shining glowed
But found each path of shining ceased.
Since then my history's path has been
Learning Jesus and leaving 'town'
To learn from Him and things unseen
Where He would go, where others frown
A sinless Man within this scene.
But freedom of the worldly kind
With its agenda seeks to be
To lead from Jesus and to find
A path that we weren't meant to see
A path of sorrow for the blind.
Slaves of His righteousness are we
Delighting in His loving bond
We, only in His Grace are free
As linked now to a world beyond
The freedom of eternity.
