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“You’re looking at freedom through tainted eyes…”

by:Rachel

You’re looking at freedom through tainted eyes
Thoughts of gain float through your mind
You grasp it tightly in your fist
And you frantically twist and distort it
Can’t you see that your wings are breaking?
Freedom is too delicate to manipulate
It must be held in an open palm
You must be willing to submit to it
…Not use it.
Only then can you soar.

Date: Fall 2003
Location: Bethany College of Missions, MN

This poem was an assignment for a class that I took while in college. The course was taught by Ed Dudek and was called “Freedom and Obligation”. In it we studied two epistles of the New Testament: James and Galatians. It brought a balance between the controversies that swirl around grace and works–a wonderful class and great subject to study.

One Response to ““You’re looking at freedom through tainted eyes…””

  1. Jessica
    April 20th, 2006 16:53
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    i love this poem! something in it just grabs me and delights me… i think it must be the fact that it is truth… and in a format a little different than i’m used… which causes me to sit up and take notice. just the thought of ‘true freedom’ makes me catch my breath with awe and longing. thank you for sharing.

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