I was lost so deep within
Everything that I called “sin” —
Adrift and wandering, but then,
Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

The door was closed; I couldn’t see
That all I needed to be free
Was already inside of me,
But Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

Like Lazarus inside the grave,
I didn’t know I was a slave
Until the Saviour came to save
And Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

I shed religious bonds and chains,
And stubborn arbitrary claims
That who I am is to blame
When Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

I had locked my own prison
With fear and self-recrimination,
So it was difficult to listen
When Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

I found the key was in my hand
And all I had to do was stand
And walk, and know I am not damned,
For Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

I opened up the closet door,
And everything came sharp and clear
That I am absolutely queer
When Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

I understand if you still doubt
And think that I am selling out,
But I no longer can hide out
For Jesus called to me, “Come out!”

Poet, lover, thinker, human. https://thewordartist.net

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