come out, you who bind him
we're not afraid
he grew up here long ago
we knew him them
and we know him now, though
then was better
he grew up around the
corner, i knew his
mother when she still lived
in town with us
now, though, he would cause us
too much trouble
if he was still that close
but then our God
calls to him, the one who
we used to know
not as possessed - rather
claimed as person
named as beloved child -
all of our sight
turns to memory of
who he once was
come out, you who bind him
we're not afraid
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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