Freedom Is Ours To Let Live, Live
(quintains with seven worded lines)
Liberty is mine to live or not
So I decide to breathe or not
But He above rules His my life
So is He with my life's strife
Only my sense to sense His knot
And my mind warns, my heart feels
My vision alerts to care my wheels
To choose the good to gain good
To avoid the bad not to brood
An eye third in me that reveals
Freedom so not to act and hurt
Nor spit on oneself to get hurt
Nor even to hurt any to fight
Nor high to die to say right
But to soar leveled joy to spurt
Freedom so to share joy and live
To serve, be served, such to thrive
Freedom not to be a selfish waste
So to be feckless a heedless taste
Freedom is ours to let live, live
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