Poem January 24, 1901 Issue

True Freedom

BY IDA FULLER MOORE.

The freedom of a Son of God
   Is mine, who am "joint-..eir"
With Him that with the Spirit's rod
   O'ercame the world's great care.
Free to express Good every hour
Free always to deny the power
   Of lust, and hate, and greed,
   In thought, in word, in deed;

How free we are to prove we're free;
   How free t' enjoy all good;
How free to have true harmony
   And true love, if we would.
Free to reflect the perfect One,
   Why should we longer serve
An evil lie, its errands run?
   From Truth why ever swerve?

Why cleave to wrong, when Right we know?
   Why love in chains to be,
Fettered and bound, when we might go
   So joyful, loving, free?
With truest reedom ever told
   Let's run the heavenly race,
The truest Life we may behold
   Reflecting face to face.

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