Free Indeed

What good, that morbid pity that inflicts our hidden core

And causes us to tremble as if God’s grace needed more

…like abstinence from laughter or the joys that we estrange

In guilt-appointed penance for the things we cannot change

What good to fret about regret and doubt the truth of He

Who said,’ indeed, who I set free will truly be set free’

So then, pray love inspires us to follow where He leads

Not to pay for redemption but to do as His love pleads

What good is vain religion; like an ombudsman for naught

And what is hope if all we grope are gods wrought within thought?

Alas, alas, would be the apex of our numbered days

If Circumstance would dictate when, if or how much man pays

What good would come of anything, without the grace of God

And who of us are more or less; we are equal through blood

…the blood of He who sets us free; then we are free indeed

To serve our Lord and Master through each other’s humble need

© Janet Martin

 So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. John 8:36

  

I esp. love this version of this hymn partly because it features the harmonica, the one musical instrument I learned to play :)