Thee Master of Love
No hobble, no noose, no chain, nor rope,
Shall tame my spirit nor steal my hope.
My spirit, my heart, my soul, born free,
Shall remain unbroken as meant to be.
No form of control shall such a burden I bear
By those self serving, with arrogant air.
For I shall not be herded, corralled, restrained,
By those with agendas, for evil, ordained.
On the path least trodden, wild and free,
Where Love and Truth allures, entices me,
Not by force, but with Velvet Reins,
Not by deceit, but of Truthful Grains,
Is where my spirit, my heart does roam,
Is where my soul of loyalty rests at home.
For the Path of Truth, is Freedom’s Path,
The Path of Love and free of wrath.
From the Vineyards of Life’s Grapevine,
With Vessels of Love’s Sweetest Wine,
My thirst is quenched but still I aspire
To follow the Light, my internal desire.
My hunger satisfied, yet never completely,
For Grains of Truth appease me sweetly.
No hobble, no noose, no chain, nor rope,
Shall tame my spirit nor steal my hope.
My spirit, my heart, my soul, born free,
Thee Master of Love is Thee Master of me.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-09-20 05:05:00 (EST)
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