How is it that we fought,
So determined to gain freedom and
Once we have it,
We try to steal it from our enemies
Or claim it from who we deem unworthy to choose?
Too often the words we use are even
Sticky with the possibility of capture.
We must be so right
But if we aren't we will still have someone within grasp.
As we feel our freedom slipping
We snatch at others
As if freedom were a thing borrowed
- Not bought -
More thoughts? Go here: Jesus the Christ
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