Freedom in Christ

Come take my hand,
You pinstriped Rapunzels with barcoded windows and doors.
The body of Christ has eyes that see,
You proud, myopic fools!
You yearn to be gods,
Though the Living God yet dwells within you!

Throw down the stones,
Break the chains by selling all but your Self,
For therein lies the Carpenter's bench,
Which cannot be broken.
Clean up your Temple,
Providing light for the work of the Holy Ghost.

Let's raze to the ground
These monolithic penetentiaries.
Come dance and sing the Song of Life
With me, O Children of God!
Let's raise our hands
With cries of joy and dance among the rubble.

Tear down your towers
For the Lord Himself lives not among the stars
But in the slums and in the hearts
Of all who bleed His Blood.
Burst forth from the womb
And free yourselves in faith to Love, and to Live!