Called to be Free

My freedom comes with a price,
And though I don't know it's value,
I feel the weight emerge over my life.

Some incalculable debt erected for view--
A marker of the deeds I have not yet done,
An imagine of thoughts from which I eschew...

And I unfortunately wonder, in my careless fun
Of the fate of my unfreed neighbor
Is there satisfaction amongst them, even just one?

How is their plight reflected in my labor--
This being the source of my looming debts--
I owe them something, from a purpose which is greater...

How can I let them live beneath my sweat,
Trapped in filth, in pain, and without joy,
Where every day is a dangerous game of Russian Roulette?

Where is my need to use my precious freedom to employ
Thoughts and actions meant to foster good and entice
To solve some problem of those trapped and unable to destroy
The chains that bind them--to pass on the chance to survive...

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Author Image Author Image I love reading the Word of God. With prayer God's Word reveals so much: from comfort to temperance, from perspective to affirmation. Digging into the depths of the Word, cross-referencing history, language and time differences, is a passion of mine. In March of 2015 I decided to go back through the Bible doing an in depth study on each section I read. Eventually I decided to share my journal of notes as I partake in this journey. I hope you are blessed by God and inspired to pursue a deeper relationship with Him. I love reading and learning about God, nature, and science. I am interested in how it all connects. The Creator's fingerprints are all over his creation. We can learn so much about Him and how we came to be by exploring the world around us. Join me as I explore the world and draw closer to the One who created it all.
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