Obstinate Are the Shackles
Obstinate are the shackles, and my
heart aches when I try to break them.
Freedom is all I want; but to hope fore it,
I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth is in You
and that You are my best friend, but I
have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel
that fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud
of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great,
my shame secret and heavy; yet when
I come to ask for my good, I quake
in fear lest my prayer be granted.