I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m doing what I’m told to do.

They tell me to turn left, so I turn left.

They tell me to turn right, so I turn right.

 I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m doing what I’m told to do.

I feel broken, dead inside; like a robot, I move and stop when I’m told to do so.

I never thought, never expected, I’d feel like a prisoner as I fight for their freedom.

I fight, but why; why would a prisoner fight for someone else’s freedom?

I surrendered my freedom to provide you your freedom; I purposely chose to become a slave.

A warrior they say; a soldier; an airman; a seaman; a guardian.

A slave rather, I’m ordered every minute of every day; I do what they need me to do.

From the moment the sun rises, till I see it no more; my only hope is that the sun keeps returning.

A prison for some, they’re trapped, barred in; tried and persecuted; prisoners, all of them.

My life is not my own, I’m owned; I signed a contract, I have impassable boundaries.

They tell me how far I can go; I’m restricted from traveling to certain areas, restricted.

They didn’t tell me any of this until it was too late, until I finished day 1.

Why did I do this again?  Why did I give my life away?

It’s something I felt I needed to do, though I didn’t understand how much it would cost.

I gave up my freedom so that they could have theirs.

I became a slave so that the hard world could be completed.

I became a slave, and in time, found a joy in life that was non existent before.

There’s a reason, a purpose, but it can’t be understood if it goes un-experienced at all.

Just as Jesus had once said, “I came to serve, not to be served; to give up my life for the many.”

Once a prisoner, now a freed person; a soldier with a higher calling and purpose.

I once was lost, but now am found; I once was blind but now I see.

I once was dumb, but now understand; Freedom Reigns, yet, it comes with a price!

There is life in Freedom, and Freedom in God; Freedom Reigns in the hands of the Maker.

Without the Maker as your number one friend, life can feel like a prison cell.

Without the freedom that is found in God, life is a battle that can never be won.

A slave in this world, separated from God, has no hope, is broken and dead inside.

A slave, voluntarily, to God the Creator, finds freedom and joy; reason and purpose.

No matter what anyone else may tell you, true freedom in the Maker comes at a price.

Unless the Experience has been Experienced, the experience will never be real and true.

Turn to God; Experience the Experience; Experience true life and freedom in the Maker.