Freedom is Not Free

Today our church will honor the men of our church, who have served in every branch of the military.  I want to share a poem that I wrote as one of them was getting sent over to Iraq.  His only concern was for his mom and how she would deal with it.  It reminded me of the conversation I over heard my mother have with one of my sister-in laws during Desert Storm.  She asked mom how she handled it when my brother was in Nam.  Mom’s reply was this, “I never prayed so much or so hard as when my baby was in Nam.  I started this poem in my head on the way home and had it finished before evening service.

Freedom is Not Free

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 used 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 there 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 shed his blood 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 can any man give    than to lay down his life   that’s what Jesus did when he died to release sin’s captives   and save us from a life of strife   all because Freedom is not free

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