Time for a poem written just now in the far northeast wilderness of El Paso, Tx
(pic), but not too far from civilization... a beautiful day in the desert. Love, Jeff
WHAT FREEDOM IS
Free and forgiven,
Free to start again;
Free to be the person,
You were made to be.
Free and born again,
Free to truly believe;
Free to stand and fight,
Or turn the other cheek.
Free and surrendered,
Free to abide in Christ alone;
Free to be your Master's slave,
And really know what freedom is.
Free and commissioned,
Free to know Father's heart;
Free to love & serve your fellow man,
At God's sovereign call and command.
