For Our Freedom

On my blog post last month, I shared a poem I wrote a few years ago. Since I am in “poetry-mode” I thought I would share another poem I wrote. I don’t remember the exact date, but I think I wrote this poem when I was only 16 or 17 years old. I knew it was inspired by God since the words seemed to flow effortlessly off of my pen. I hope this poem is a great blessing to you.

“For Our Freedom”

There once was a young man that was drafted for war

He was scared to leave home, because he’d never left before

He told his family, “Goodbye,” and there he went

He left a warm, loving home, to go live in a tent

He wrote his family letters to tell them how much he missed them

He couldn’t wait until he could see them again

Days, then weeks, then months went by

It seemed all he could do was pray and cry

He could hear the blast of explosives nearby

In his mind he kept thinking, “I’m too young to die.”

All at once he heard the loudest sound

He was thrown into the air, then landed on the ground

The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed

He didn’t know whether he was alive or whether he was dead

As time passed by, he got to go home from the war

But he didn’t look the same as he did before

His body was maimed, and also scarred

For the rest of life, his body was marred

Why did this young man go risk his life?

It was for our freedom, yes for you and I

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But, there was another man that fought a war

His name is Jesus, and he fought even more

He told His Father, “Goodbye,” and there He went

He left the comfort of Heaven to come to this world where He was sent

He prayed to His Father, and told how much He loved Him

He couldn’t wait until He could see His Father again

Weeks, then months, then years went by

He knew He was on a mission for you and I

He could hear the footsteps of the soldiers nearby

In His mind He kept thinking, “I know I must die.”

All at once, He saw the three rusty nails

They were hammered in His hands and feet – the pain – more than He could tell

Next thing He knew, He was in a borrowed tomb

But that wasn’t the end; He knew His life would resume

As three more days passed by, He got to go home from this war

He knew that we would never be the same as before

Without the shedding of blood, there is no remission of sin

That is why Jesus died, so we could be born again

Jesus went through such turmoil and disgrace

Just think about, He took our place

Why did Jesus come to give His life?

It was for our freedom, yes, for you and I