Freedom is Not Free

This is a poem I wrote years ago.  It was inspired by a statement made from a part of our church family going off to war.  It took me back to a conversation a family member had with my mom about how she handled her son being in Nam.  My mom’s reply was “I never prayed as much or as hard as when he was in that war zone.”  Folks this is what Memorial Day is about.

She hangs a yellow ribbon on her door to remind her neighbors he does not live there anymore  The one she loves and has pledged to share her life with has gone off to war  She goes about her days as she has always done  Caring for her daughter and her son  Every now and then people ask her how her family’s been    She says okay

But what she really longs to say is He’s doing fine I don’t know about me   You’ll never know the endless days and the sleepless nights the longing to hold and be held tight  The countless prayers I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring him safely home to me  cause freedom is not free

A father ties a yellow ribbon on a tree  Where he use to watch his baby swing and play   He looks up to the sky and wipes the tears from his eyes As he begins to pray for his child’s safety He asked the Lord up above  To protect the one he loves  Every now and then people ask him how his family’s been  He says okay

But what he really longs to say is   She’s doing fine I don’t know about me  You’ll never know the endless days and the sleepless nights the longing to hold my baby tight   The countless prayers I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring her safely home to me   all her life I kept her safe   now my baby is protecting me

We will never know what freedom cost the Holy Trinity on that long ago day  when God the father had to turn his head away as God the Son hung on the cross   shedding His blood for the lost   and the sky turned black   while Jesus died to buy His children back   I’m curious to know if He was thinking way back then   as He gave His life for our sins    that freedom is not free

It was not free when Jesus hung there and bled for you and me  freedom was not free when Jesus died to give sinners victory   There is a price for liberty    Jesus paid it all  No greater gift could any man give  than to lay down his life that’s what Jesus did when he died to release sin’s captives  cause he knew that freedom is not free.

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