You speak of freedom as if you know
What it costs in any realm
The price is high and mostly death
That lets you sit at your own helm.
Freedom
Deciding For Love
Free to choose
Like a slave in chains
Choose anything you can
And while the demons laugh and taunt
A fire burns inside.
Trees put down
Right there to see
Freedom must be worth a lot
And as the serpent weaves his lies
They mostly hold to truth
But a small thing turns water into coffee
And medicine into poison.
I chose wrong a thousand times
And the blows that followed have left me dumb
Except that I am writing this
But don’t know what to say.
I have never quite believed
Just how big a choice could be
And how could it still matter so?
And why is choosing ever here?
Yet for Freedom are we set free
And yet elusive may it seem
But wanting to make sense of it
Is part of who He made me be.
Thoughts on Freedom in a Long Cold Night
I hope to God that freedom comes
And in the waiting that He sees
As we slip and fall away
Let the Spirit come to me.
Waiting till you get it right
Is not the way to come to God
And if perfection must come first
We will die apart from Him.
And let us not so die alone
And let us not be lost at sea
At least I pray for freedom now
And just a chance to see.
Ripping Scales
Not better yet
But I feel a change
Against my will
(so to speak)
And thank God for that…
Freedom
Sweet it is to see your face
And sweeter still to hear your voice
The time of day it matters not
Captured hearts have no choice.
Freedom and the Heavens
This eternal morning light
Felt upon the tingl’ing skin
With the stillness of the soul
Brought through darkest night.
Sitting in a place of faith
Wishing life had gone a way
Other than you see it now
But this was not to be.
A Soul's Walk 