Break the chains

So many obligations
so many things to do so little
time to just enjoy the day
or be still a moment or two

so many rules and boundaries
I thought this was the land of the free
but here I find I must walk in line
even when it comes to poetry

so many people needing help out
so little are they who give in
so many people left in the dark
because of pride and of sin

so many hurting or grieving
so many bitter or lost
so many people searching for love
and are not able to pay the cost

well love is should not be for profit
and art should indeed feel the same
for who are you to tell me how to live
and what right do you have to your claim

are you the ruler of the ocean
are you the keeper of the sky
are you the king of the mountains and valleys
do you hang the stars out at night

no you are not my master
you are not even a thought
 you can give rules and instructions
but follow you sir, I will not
I am a child of the King
I am a treasure to the Lord
he has set me apart by his grace
and he is the one I live for

this world has nothing for me
I await the Almighty's return
to hear the sound of that blessed trumpet
and be free from this place evermore.