Darkness engulfs, strangling every breath of hope
Restricting any kind of motion, muting every single cry
No color, No beauty, vagueness maps its scope
But his reign can still be curtailed

His arch nemesis wastes not its golden beams
The earth lays its crown down compliant with her blinding glow
It must be a crime to be this gloriously oppressive
But her elegance still sets gracefully in a romantic symphony

Maybe the steady flow of water downstream
With its seductive peaceful rhythms is the liberty song
Then again, the wilted plants in a dry spell will beg to defer
Behind its trails still echo the shrieks from the once flourishing flowers

So how is freedom living?

The lively drops of rain and the scent of freshness thereafter
The energy from delicate blooms, thrusted by the winds might
Unpredictable, yes short-lived, but they were never meant to stand alone
Just like the magnificence of the forest cannot be seen in a single tree

They carry the source’s essence, more like a compass
An invitation to the warmth of the Father’s embrace
He daily beckons smiling, unveiled in the bold life-giving radiance of the sun
The stars beautifully aligned as our bestowed crown
There is nothing to prove here

This love is freeing, this freedom is living
Light like a leaf carried by the wind
Still at its depths though chaos surrounds
Not in a moment, not in a thing
Freedom that eternally lives, wrapped in a person
Jesus is He, branded in grace and compassion