Freedom is Soul Food
I see the white picket fences with gardens galore
“Healthy, wealthy, wise,” to you they implore
To follow their ways of crooked desire:
Forget narrow ways and the cross on a spire
When you can live like a king and master of your fate
Living it up with all you can eat on a plate.
But there’s more to life than living behind
White picket fences with gardens they design
A prisoner you’ll be to all that they crave
No freedom you’ll have to serve the God who can save.
“You gotta serve somebody,” the old crooner sang
He got it right and to amazing grace he ran
‘Cause freedom is soul food and nothing satisfies
Like breathing free in Christ with a soul that never dies.
2 thoughts on “Freedom is Soul Food”
Oh my, such a unique take on the prompt Dora, I’ll take an extra plate of that freedom if you don’t mind 😉
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Loving spoonfuls from our Savior, how blessed we are 😊