O God, I grant Your freedom to love me,
since You gave me my freedom to love You,
for Your love’s worthless if it is not free,
and with no freedom, mine is worthless too.
My love for You proves I am free, O God,
just as Your love for me proves You’re free, Lord,
love proves that freedom’s real, no mere facade,
love proves that freedom is the sharpest sword.
For if we were not free, could love exist?
It’s freedom’s sword that cuts us all a choice,
some choose to take Your love, some to resist,
we freely choose our destiny, our voice.
That we can choose to not choose is a lie,
the sword of freedom cuts until we die.
-- by Pete Voelz 4/21/13
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