Freed

Chains on ones wrist that's unseen The eyes chasing in a wayward keen Which holds one unto slave of death In this poem to seek guidance of breath To tell of shackles of a staggering walk The crooked lines of deception in chalk Drawn from drunkards wine of lustful desires In the thicket of thorns and briers Saying, we are free to roam our own way But, yet the entanglement of a stray Oh, how long will ye wander As God makes His presence known as thunder Calling out that one might seek To receive a new direction unto thy feet Released from chains of guilt To become crafted as the beauty of a quilt Entering unto a newfound peace and joy With this breath calls out a redemption story Of Christ which separates wheat from chaff The One God lifted up as Moses raised his staff But today I am freeing you from the chains on your wrists. Come with me to Babylon, if you like, and I will look after you; but if you do not want to, then don’t come. Look, the whole country lies before you; go wherever you please.” Jeremiah 40:4 NIV But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life. Romans 6:22 NIV