Oh how oft

 do we construct 

 self-imposed dungeons 

 dark and corrupt 

We lock ourselves away

 in darkness we've embraced 

 doing our level best

 to avoid His face

We throw away the key

 to freedom from our disgrace 

We are the architects 

 of our own demise  -

We construct our own prisons 

 full of lies

in which we chain our souls 

 with heavy binds

- trapped within the prison of our minds

We are both jailor and prisoner, 

 yet all the while  -

There is One able to free us

 from our self-imposed exile

Shaking us till all that remains 

 of that awful place 

 is the light and the air

 emanating from His face.

He can smash our prison to pieces 

 then gently lift us

  and release us

 into the glorious destiny

 that was always meant to be  -

The one we were born to live in -

The Heaven of a Paradise 

 where we're eternally loved

                                           and forgiven.