This writing portrays the plight of a lost soul bound in chains of darkness with no hope in sight but yet is still crying out for help. I pray we all can hear the desperate plea of those whom Jesus came to save; those who are bound by Satan and caged in prisons of sin… whether it’s addictions, adulteries, fornications, abuses, abusers, or any manner of evil; they are separated from the life of God. I pray we have His heart enough to take the key’s we’ve been given and use them for His Glory..

Be glorified Jesus, your sacrifice was enough for the worst and your love incredible enough for the best of the worst!
A lost souls’ misery has no end without Jesus and left undone, It’s eternal suffering!

I’m living in this stone
A home now all my own,
Bars so cold,
Nights unfold.
I’ve watched, I’ve waited
Doors to open wide,
No hope in sight,
Just a sigh,

The fall of night
No where to hide
No relief in sight.
I run, I run,
just a glimpse of the sun,
just some hope of light,
Break this blackened night.
No where left to turn,
A bitter wound, an unquenchable burn.

I think often of a love
and what it is to hold
Maybe I’ll never know
Never will behold
The beauty of your face,
At our last embrace.
I’ve seen the broken bars
seen them leave their scars,
Men hope for an escape
When their free
it’s much to late,
The freedom that they seek,
Only makes a man weak.
I want the salve, oh
The liberty they have,
Those who aren’t bad.

I hope, I pray for peace,
It leaves me on my knees
Though I don’t know how to die, I do know how to cry.
I Reach with arms too short, Mission to abort.
The key is hanging there,
With no one left to care.

I know it’s been to long,
I sang this prisoners song.
Come, oh come to me
Someone set me free.
I beg you on my knees
bring me some relief
It’s dark here in this place
I can no longer see my face
I’ve lost my identity
no one to set me free.
I see the key, by bended knee Oh, to taste sweet victory.

I sigh, I cry,
I lay down wanting to die.
Darkness wins
Hell begins.
Bring me the key,
I’m on bended knee.
Heart’s shattered
Dreams battered.
This stone, my home
My soul, my sin, my groan.

Give me life, let me go
Bring the key I see
On bended knee.
A cross, Dripping blood,
A man, darkness withstood.
A key, I see, on bended knee
Liberty find me.

Come to me, take my hand and lead me. Let me be free. I see the key. Where is the one who holds the Key! Jesus, Son of David come to me!~

Send someone to me and let me out of this house of stone, my broken heart, my shattered home..

What are we doing Church? The Lord would say ” Who will go for me? ” Be my hands and feet, bring them liberty by reaching them with my Word and Presence.
Romans 10:15 And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!

Midnight Oil Ministries
Pamela Halstead