Set Free

SET FREE

His joy to set us free

His joy to set us free

They cry for love

They cry for peace

But they shoot the dove

And push out the “least”.

God sent down an emissary

Who gave His blood

For the Bride He would marry

Tho she was buried in earth’s mud.

Some keep trying to clean up

Yet the mud clings to them

And it is a bitter cup

If they would just “let” Him.

We are made of that clay

And in the middle of it we sit

We cannot get away

This is something we must admit.

He knows that and wants to let us “in”

He let them hang Him from a tree

He paid our debt of sin

That price He paid to set us free.

Free from what, you might ask?

Free from guilt and from His rage

It is not something that is our task

If we accept His gift, death won’t be our wage.

 

-by Gail Maynard-

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