I am born of Christ
With myself I don’t consider more fond of light
Nor my walks agile and gentle to conform
But one thing for sure, I know my steps are ordered
And my paths are directed by Him
I am set free, a captive before
I am my free will, not under any law
But am not holier than thou, a field clean plough
I am made of flesh but do not comform to its yearns
Just the same way, my thatched hut doesn’t define my inner bold structure
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