The Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. (John 8: 36)
From the inside, people hunger, yearn, and need
The cry of their soul; to be free indeed
Elusive like a reputation that cannot be bought
Corrupted by death, a hope vainly sought
Indulge my thoughts, my words, my whim
Give me no law, Give me no duty, Give me no sin.
The addict, The alcoholic, The Whore;
Doing as they please, bound by a fleshly door
Man is snared as surely as he lives
By his lusts, passions, enemies, and friends
Indulging his whims, fearing their wrath
Like a dog to its vomit, praise he must have
Freedom’s mother is Choice, its father is Want
Birthed of these parents man can plot his course;
Tyrants tremble, and slaves weep
for the power of choice, the power to keep
The counsel of one’s soul, the determination of desire
To live as one wills, to throw off the mire
To the free Joy no longer wars with grief,
Success is not stolen by failure’s thief
Liberty puts health and Life in the hands
A thrill in the heart where Courage stands
Embracing all, condemned by no expectation
Fearing no God, or man, or mortification
The melody of freedom sings over the shame
Destroys the guilt, and heals the pain
A life of choice: both good and bad
Overcoming the chaos, by word, by will, and hand
IF the Son, therefore shall make you free
To choose what you will, whatever you will be