I found this post in my archives and thought I would repost it this morning. I have no idea where it came from, because I don’t recall writing it! Nevertheless, it’s a post I still resonate with…

Where is the Freedom

Like a ball and chain,
the sin that so easily entangles
clenches still, un-abated;
I say, “where is the freedom?”

I have known this ball
from ages past, since childhood I’ve known it,
I drag it still, on ‘n on;
I say, “where is the freedom?”

Why is it with me?
Oh Yahweh, why did you craft this creature
In my mothers womb for me?
I say, “where is the freedom?”

Isn’t it for balls,
no chains of balls you died to set men free?
For freedom’s sake you croaked? Yet,
I say, “where is the freedom?”

Did you lie to me?
Are you powerless to break the bonds and
till the roots that run deeply?
I say, “where is the freedom?”

My Savior, my Christ,
where is the sweet freedom for which I long?
The freedom for which you bled?
The freedom which you promised?

Then I remember:
Ask, seek, knock, enter, follow and know Me.
Lose, die, be weak and last.
This is where freedom is found.

-jeremy