I was led to do something a little different this time around. I am featuring one of my Sisters today in this blog, she is amazing, and gifted, she is an encourager, a fighter and a Kings daughter. I Love this amazing woman of God dearly enjoy her wonderful and beautiful works. Welcome my Sister Rian Clarke!
http://youtu.be/N0qd2JpGYtM
“Slave to Love”
Too often our situation has ended, yet a smell, a building, a situation will drive up the memory holding us captive to both beautiful and bounding situations. In Christ, we are free. “You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.” (Romans 6:18) Yet, with all of the knowledge that we posses, our freedom seems to be a distant memory.
Leaving scripture in type-print on pages is detrimental to
our survival. We must remove the letters from the book and imprint them in our
hearts. We are free. We are free from satan’s shackles. We are free to move
forward in the Love of Christ.
“A Slave to Love” says that we are free and yet we don’t
even know it. Slaves in our thoughts. Slaves in our minds. Slaves to love……
Yet, the master is not Jesus. Therefore, we die.
They were set free
They were free
Why couldn’t they leave
Bound like a slave by captivity
© Rian Clarke
http://youtu.be/N0qd2JpGYtM
“Slave to Love”
Too often our situation has ended, yet a smell, a building, a situation will drive up the memory holding us captive to both beautiful and bounding situations. In Christ, we are free. “You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.” (Romans 6:18) Yet, with all of the knowledge that we posses, our freedom seems to be a distant memory.
Slave to Love
They were set free
And didn’t know it
The chains were removed
And they didn’t show it
They stayed there
For lack of understanding
They never left
Didn’t know what life was handing
Without a place to go
No home, no shelter
And nothing to show
The door was left open
All they had to do was leave
But they wanted to stay
They even grieved
What made them stay
Were they too rapped up
Thought they were running away
Like a sun refusing to shine
And darkened by the light of day
Run, leave this place behind
They couldn’t, so they remained
And mystery holding the key
Like a slave, love is binding
Without a defined destiny
Needing and wanting to stay
Wanting and needing to leave
Hating the past influences future’s way
Drifting between the two like a
stream
© Rian Clarke 