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 |