Freedom - a poem

Freedom

Now a slave by will to my good and another's fame. I begin to question. This life just doesn't live the same.
the chains are gone, what now? My mind is turned to a story old and loud.
Long time ago, the story goes, a foreign people lived as slaves, their plight was grim at best.
But not forgotten, they only stood while their Savior did the rest.
They walked out unscathed; a strange salvation began their test.
They grumbled, but He remained, giving them a chance to see Him for who they might one day be, a chance, if they were willing, to be set free.

He parted the waters, but little did they know, their freedom was in no way independence, but an opportunity to grow.
Free to love, free to belong, free to become, free to create, free to imagine, free to serve, freedom with a purpose, freedom to imitate and obey. and freedom to pass ... from this death into that life, that life that is truly life, that life that no one understands but the one who really lived it, I mean really lived it; he gave it all for freedom. freedom bought and now taught; stretched out upon a cross me and many others this king's limbs have caught. this one, this savior spoke of freedom - freedom for you and me. A king by invitation only, he is free as a human's soul could be.

Glory saved his full force for another time, still while on earth he would heal the blind.
Do you know this healer, this savior, this man?
My dream, friend of mine, is that you and I will take His hand.