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
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