hardened, pardoned

Like Pharaoh. I wouldn’t let go.
Heart hard. Heart scarred.

Not a person, but a feeling,
An anger that was seething.

It took taking everything from me,
and still I chased it to the Red Sea.

The Red Sea. Your blood shed for me.
And now I’m Israel. Set free.
Separated from that which bound me.
Thank Jesus. I am free.

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