I feel myself to be a ransomed captive
Who has bought through blood, sweat, tears, prayers and love
the freedom of my own soul
Or who has been set free by grace.
But now I feel I must be the Harriet Tubman
For the souls that are still enslaved.
I travel back and forth between the places of freedom and oppression
so that all people will be brought up to the spiritual liberation that they deserve.
I try not to reside too long in the dark places.
I sometimes wonder if my own freedom is in jeopardy
But at this point that doesn't matter.
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