There was a freedom I met in the Spirit.
It allowed me to breathe, not perform.
Visions I never would have believed possible
flooded my mind. I let go of everything I knew
and found unspeakable joy. Limits were gone as I regarded Him
at work in me.

That was yesterday.
Shackles that I never fully let go of returned.
The warm comfort of slavery, of my cell
called me from the stars
and returned me to the earth.

O, would that I could return to the stars
Nothing mattered there
He could take me anywhere
Let me tell you of them, of Him
the Maker of the stars.

I know you won’t believe me, you can’t
you would feel justified pulling me back
It is not your fault, it is mine.
But I tell you now of yesterday, of my clarity
It was something to behold.
It was something to behold.