Freedom is not an escape from the
Troubles of the World.
Nor is it an illusion that dangles hopelessly
Beyond one�s reach.

I have seen people reach Freedom
And laugh back at me,
Some of my friends have crossed the border
With tears as they beckon to me.

But I cannot follow them.
I am still lost, searching
For the one person that I will follow
To reach my own goal.

I know who this person will be,
Surely not his name, his face, or where he is now;
I hear his unknown voice call to me,
Comforting me, and saying �Soon�.

While waiting at the threshold,
I pray that God will find the heart
To bring this Prince to me to wipe away my tears,
Take my hand and lead me to our Paradise.
- 9. January 1993
  C. C. Price
Freedom
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