TITLE: My Life as a Slave
By Mike Shoemake
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I am always afraid,
Always looking over my shoulder.
My master hates me.
Tormenting me at his whim.
I sometimes wonder
Who he will hurt next.
I hope it's not me.
I'm so sick of it being me.
I try to escape, try to hide.
He always knows how to find me.
I dream of Freedom.
Freedom is elusive.
Or perhaps illusion.
At every turn it evades.
I have no hope.
My master imprisons me.
He steals from me at every turn.
He would have me destitute,
Alone, shackled to a nightmare.
He robs me of life. He leaves me with regret.
My master is Sin, and my master hates me.
I hate Him, almost as much as I hate myself.
But payment has been made.
Another master beckons me.
I am free to follow,
Free to obey, free to be his slave.
Free to leave one master
And be shackled by another...
True freedom: pure illusion.
There is no escape.
I will always have a master.
The tears come once again...
He has paid for me now and I hear him
Simply ask gently that I follow Him home.
I am bought and purchased, yet still He asks!
He says he will lead me.
Direct me, guide me. Help me, find me.
Protect me, restore me.
Love me! Like a child-- Adopted into his family
And treated like I deserve to be there!
An impossible kindness For an unlikely beneficiary.
Freedom is illusion.
But love? Perhaps that is real.
I hope it is real. I want it to be real.
I just know that I am willing to chance it.
And so I humbly agree to
A transfer of ownership.
When he calls, I will follow.
When he asks, I will obey.
I will belong to him.
He will be both my master and my father,
And I will be both his son
And his slave.
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