For Freedom

One journey and then another

Lives cross and intermingle

Hardly knowing the destination

The path that must be taken

And what must be given up

For freedom

Constrained by time, space, and context

Given purpose and a voice

But what do we do with them?

Labor against the chains

And speak out boldly

For freedom

Yet the labor itself is constraining

And our best of intentions, failing

We tie ourselves in knots

In attempts to make a bow

And all the while we're pining

For freedom

It. rarely. meets. us. elegantly.

But with arched bow and outstretched arms

The battle is waged for our souls

We give up our lives, lay down our charms

To grasp the fullness of life

From the One who gave it all for us

Freedom from what we were.

Freedom for all we will be.

Free. as. birds.

You and me. Free.

The cry of my heart, the longing of my soul

As I hold your hand, remember--

This journey

To bind ourselves to Love

To be truly free.