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She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,   A dream where love won’t lose its hold.   She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,   Of simple joys, a life well-planned.   She whispers of a quiet home,   Of love that never needs to roam.   She swears that all she wants is me,   But I can see—she longs to be free.   Her eyes drift past the life she draws,   A longing laced between her pause.   She craves the world beyond our door,   Yet tells herself she wants no more.   No walls can hold a restless heart,   No love can make her torn soul part.   She wants this life—she swears it's true,   But deep inside, she’s passing through.
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Cursed Counsel

I walked a path not lit by grace,  
Took heed of voices, led astray.  
“Live with her first, no need to wait,”  
They whispered, “Love, then set your date.”

I trusted man, their plans seemed right,  
A future bright, without God's light.  
But under every broken vow,  
I see the curse that haunts me now.  

For when I married her in name,  
Another touched her, stoked the flame.  
I wondered, “Why this pain, this loss?”  
When I was saved beneath the cross.

Yet in the shadows of my mind,  
The verse of old began to bind:  
“Cursed is he who trusts in men,  
And turns his heart from God again.”  

I followed counsel, not the Lord,  
And reaped the fruit of what I sowed.  
But now I know, my heart must turn,  
To seek His ways and humbly learn.  

For though I walked where darkness led,  
Grace calls me back, though tears are shed.  
I stand forgiven, love restored,  
No longer bound by man's reward.

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