Set Me Free
                                             by Girard

                         The coarsest rope, the kind that tears the flesh,
                         Has me bound. Westle and writhe..twist and turn,
                         Release cannot be found.
                         Crying loudy I hear no answer to my plea.

                        Suddenly a soft whisper laid upon the ear:
                        "Would you wear a crown?"
                        Screaming in desperation: "Help me, set me free,
                        What good a crown to me?"

                       The voice replied: "The rope that holds you captive
                       Is one you have woven."
                       I screamed louder: "If indeed I am captive of my deeds,
                       Take pity, bound like this forever my soul will turn to dust!"

                       The voice replied: "Let us strike a bargain you and I,
                       Sin no longer! then you will be free."
                       Realizing this could be, I vowed and did agree.
                       "I set you free, the voice called out, remember who I am."

                      The rope was off and I was free.
                      When I look to Heaven I see a cross
                      And from it hangs the rope.