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Free
One day we'll be free.
We'll not be lost.
Worry free when we've paid the final cost.
To live in perfect harmony,
with no need to feel sorry.
We'll have done the job.
Having not been robed.
Of all the beautiful things given by God.
Freedom just for what he dealt.
Knowing of such love, my heart does melt.
Freedom from the days of guilt.
That makes your soul feel weak and wilt.
How I long for these days of glee.
Knowing that we're finally free.
So take my hand and come with me.
Together we'll strive, looking to find.
This place that's so divine.
Finally free from all this grind.
Living with love and all that's kind.
poem
by
Michael McParland
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