When I think of freedom
I think of a land
Protected from evil
And blessed by his hand
Where Christ will walk free
With no cross to bare
As righteous men follow
The wicked will stare
“Who is that man?”
They’ll mutter out loud
“That causes the peasants
To gather and crowd”
“Why do they follow
Like sheep in his fold?
When he has no riches
Of rubies and gold?”
All through the day
And into the night
The proud men will
Argue, gossip, and fight
Then just as the dawn
Releases the sun
The voice of a child
Will cause them to run
A small lonesome youth
Both crippled and blind
Will call for his master
As he falls behind
Jesus will turn
He’ll stretch forth his hand
The powers of Heaven
Will spread through the land
The boy drops his crutches
Now standing he cries.
With faith in his father
He opens his eyes
He now has the vision
Through life that he’s craved
So call on the master
You too will be saved
Thal Dixon
First Published in
Star Light
1994
Star Books Inc.
