POETRY: "Break Free" by Marc Peter

[marc p]

Break Free
© 2007 Marc Peter



It’s Friday, and you’re on my mind
Living just outside of space and time
Delusions of grandeur—it’s a prop, you see
On this tragic stage where we live and breathe

We’re spinning; we’re spinning out of our minds
All the filth we’ve seen has blackened our souls
We’ve taken things that were meant for joy
And we’ve made them to be our gods

I’m carving graven images in the sand
Making tiny hieroglyphs with my hand
The ocean’s peaceful even when it’s fierce
It reminds me that I’m a stranger here

We’re spinning; we’re spinning out of our minds
All the filth we’ve seen has blackened our souls
We’ve taken things that were meant for joy
And we’ve made them to be our gods


Break free
Break free and run
Break free
Break free and run

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God." (Hebrews 12:1-2 ESV)

[Josh]

The pic and the poem are great. Just imagine if we could physically see all the weights upon us, "every little god on a gilded wheel" like Steve Taylor said, perhaps we would be more enclined to break free and run.