I have never felt such pressure without feeling held down
Nor have I felt such stress without carrying a single burden.
There is such freedom within His arms, binding to liberate
Holding back to truly let go. I can never go elsewhere,
But right back into the room where only He holds the key.
I long for freedom and willingly make myself a slave
To experience what the world may view as restraint
But what those at the cross know to be life to its fullest.