Chains

 

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Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road but it’s worth the fight.

Love always, Esha 

Short Commentary: Shackles

 

Photo by Aidan Jarrett from Pexels

Destroy the shackles of bondage they aren't strong enough to hold you. Break the yokes of iniquity through the living word of God. Let the chains fall off like water rolling off a duck's back.



Love always, Esha