To be a slave I cannot
dare, and must avoid its deadly snare-
An Abolitionist I’ll be,
and do away with slavery.
And I can never dare to
stoop to hatred, or its bitter soup:
For then I’m choosing
readily, another man’s own slave to be.
And I must always cast
aside the bread of bitterness that’s dried:
For just a crumb could
poison me, and chain me as a slave, not free.
That tantalizing malice
spread must not be buttered on my bread:
For that too seals my
binding fate- enslaved in bondage none can rate.
The pastry that may look
so nice, but binds one fast, as cold as ice
Is clanking
unforgiveness chains, which makes real slaves and has no gains.
The slave owner just
stalks around and preys on those which could be bound;
The overseers capture
all who in their cruel clutches fall.
The bloodhounds sniff
out every scent- ferocious frenzy oft will vent
When some poor soul from
slavery flees through Jesus Christ escapes so free!
Old Satan owns the
slaves (he thinks), but he’s defeated – on death’s brink;
And we can choose his
slavery, or else a life in Jesus, free!
For Jesus bought us by
His blood, so He could free us through that flood;
Let’s not succumb to
slavery, but choose forgiveness, love so free!
Forgiveness choices free
us up, despite what pain is in our cup;
It places All within
God’s hand, Who in this choice by us will stand!
WOW. Powerful! Your poetry is anointed!
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