Enigma Of Free Will

We think since, in freedom, we are designed;
the Master allows our minds to run free.
Do we have any doubt, at all, in our mind;
we become whatever he meant us to be?

We’ve all rebelled; as children tend to do;
freedom’s the elusive butterfly we chase;
it’s not what we’ve done; but what we imbue;
our failures; we can never erase.

Freedom’s been granted a perpetual season;
it must never be allowed to end;
the Master granted such, for a vital reason;
with our lives, we all must defend.

Freedom is the essence of all of life’s voices;
blind obedience can never bring love;
our will expresses only truth in its choices;
merging our will, with the Father, above.

Though we are free to make our own choice;
we have an energy tether with God above;
we always remain, within the sound of his voice;
constantly whispering his messages of love.

In spite of it all, many prodigals emerge;
seeking their own paths, less traveled;
preventing them all, becoming a scourge;
God allows that their lives be unraveled.

The Master remains totally unconcered;
tho his lack of restrictions seems odd;
but, you’ll understand, once you’ve learned;
souls were created with the mind of God.

Monty 7/7/22. # 1,202