We Are All Slaves
We are all slaves, to one thing or another.
It's us who decides, not our father or mother.
Our parents may teach us, to know right from wrong,
but, when we are grown, we choose where we belong.
Some choose to be slaves, to modern thinking, and addictions,
Thinking that is freedom from the old style religion.
But don't standards and principles help us out in life?
Help us avoid pitfalls, pain, conflict and strife?
Some believe in hellfire, and live in constant dread,
not knowing if heaven is waiting for them, when they are dead.
What about another place, instead of heaven or hell?
Paradise on earth, where peace and love will dwell.
Is there really a hope for all humanity?
Didn't Jesus say "the truth with set you free?
It's truly liberating to be free, from slavery to fear and doubt.
Isn't that what true freedom is all about?
John Derek Hamilton October 12,2015
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