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True Freedom

Worn down faces and desolate places
Bring to mind a troubled faith.
But distant traces and empty embraces
“Makes great your reward”, He saith.

A faith tried and a false pride
Turn the stomachs of most.
But to divide and set aside
Is now today’s guest and host.

Proclaiming truth and being sleuth
Is a past promise to our Lord.
But a drunken youth or a broken tooth
Is to battle with a dull sword.

A new Word and doctrines absurd
Confuse the lost and sheep alike.
But God preferred and the Spirit heard
Makes all the guilty Christlike!

Blood not shed and a new way instead
Promotes a rather liberal view.
But Spirit bred and a Christ undead
Pays for sin and begins anew.

The Bible scorned and sinners unwarned
Shows life in disarray.
But sinners mourned and His Word adorned
Serves the debt we can’t repay.

A remnant saved and in Pella caved
When Jerusalem burned with fire.
But prophets raved with offerings waived
As the city became a funeral pyre.

Ruins like a flood because of righteous blood
When the Roman army did surround.
But among the mud with vines in bud
His Grace did yet abound.

The newborn saint with body taint
Will one day lose his breath.
But without restraint or with complaint
Is freed from this old body’s death.



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The author who is from Canada tells us this is “a poem about freedom from error and apostasy in religion.”