For freedom, I am free!
Yet, to freedom I am chained.
It's a contradiction, but --
It's a thought I can't explain.
For freedom, I am free!
To soar and fly away,
To explore, to taste great sights,
To touch the sky, to see the birds,
To see the rainbows, the different worlds,
The deepest seabed, I could now dive,
The softest cloud, I feel in mine.
To taste the air, and feel the wind,
To bask in the glory of the sun,
And when all of it I've seen,
I am free to fall down on the pastures
And stare at the sky.
And, to rest near still waters,
That wash away my worries and my pride.
For freedom, I've been set free.
Yet, now, to freedom I am chained.
So, from this freedom, I want to break free.
To see for myself, that I am set free, indeed.
As the Spirit increases, our flesh decreases. We are made brand-new creations, but it doesn’t happen overnight. We need to actively put away, or rid ourselves, of the desires and works of the flesh, and this is a daily process. It’s a daily dying to self.
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