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The Cost of Freedom

FUTURE MEMORIES float around us,
Waiting for us to grab hold;
Waiting for choices to be decided,
Waiting for definition.

    But there’s a catch, as there always is,
    Consequences strung through each choice,
    Baggage surrounding each future memory,
    Unseen, unheard, and often untold.

Each day is a canvas left to conquer;
Colors are chosen, but there is no order,
It’s up to me to choose the object,
And bring order to the colored chaos.

    But there’s a catch, as there always is,
    Consequences strung through each choice,
    What is the price for each future memory,
    Unseen, unheard, and often untold.

What is the Framework and where are the boundaries?
What defines my life’s direction?
What are the goals, the prizes, the treasures
That define the goal of my life.

    There’s a catch, as there always is,
    Consequences strung through each choice,
    Out of death comes life; and out of pain, there’s joy,
    And FREEDOM in borne of TRUTH.

Run toward the TRUTH, the love of God among us,
The birds of the air or the lilies that bloom,
They don’t worry, or strive, or fret;
They just Run toward the TRUTH of GOD’s LOVE.

Matthew 6:25-34

Inspiration Monday: future memories

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