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Imposing bars have found their way inside My mind,
and though I try I know not why
Their icy touch becomes the great divide
Despite my tries to get outside, I sigh,
And doubt I'll ever have the strength I need
To break or bend or rend this quarantine
That keeps the real me trapped, and so I plead
With bars that mock me with the space between.
I look Beyond the Bars and then I see
A Light whose brightness shines like the divine.
I reach between in hope to find the key,
and soon I feel a hand connect with mine.
The bars depart, the key comes from Above.
My Savior comes and frees me with His Love.