By Karen Swank
sacrifice
freedom is reaching the place
where i can see my reflection in Your eyes
and stand steady with open hands
unfettered by all that brought me
from first breath to this moment
un-seduced by beautiful and terrible lies
that once kept me from lifting my head
unmindful of every oily urgent whisper
trying to draw me back to the shadows
step away before He sees, before you see
i step into Your embrace
unhindered by my torn and filthy rags
averting neither gaze nor touch You hold me now
freedom is what You bought me
deeming me somehow worthy of a price so steep
i only cost You everything
and so i bring my everything
my freedom
and lay it at Your feet
Karen is from Aledo, IL. She went to Monmouth College and studied Latin and English. She is a biological mom of two children and surrogate mom/friend/advocate for a whole host of children. She would like to meet every wounded soul that I’ve she’s ever known… as a child, before the “damage was done” so she could tell them how much they are loved.