Freedom Dream


I was presented a dream. 
So I bought it. 
Turned out to be a lie. 
I thought it was life. 
Took a lame and turned them into a worshiper. 
Worshiped the wrong thing. 
Worshiped a man who said Jesus is in him. 
I did have doubt, 
But I was warned doubt equals destruction. 
Found some faith, 
Told myself it gotta be real. 
JESUS gave me a dream. 
Said 'Now, this gotta be real.'
The Leader said 'follow me'
'No, sir, I won't follow you to hell'.
Praying for his mercy,
Cause he needs the help. 
Cried some tears, dismissed the lies.
JESUS knows all. 
All will be right. 


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