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Jack Davis 11/10/10

Freedom
 * Its taste shalle calm me; how refreshing is the presence.**
 * How the fresh air of liberty revives my soul;**
 * verses the chains and bars that overwhelmed my spirit.**
 * The song is so sweet and calm.**
 * I sleep to it every night.**
 * I feel its passionate essence in the wind.**
 * It is comforting; soothing, relieving.**
 * Be still my soul; she is there within.**
 * But wait; angry guns and whips of hate**
 * Sing a gospel full of death and disgust.**
 * How dark and desolate is my soul.**
 * I cry out “Jesus help me; To feel peace upon my face!”**
 * I feel hopeless and alone.**
 * But then I feel her blowing in the wind.**
 * Still; quiet; still; serene.**
 * And though now hatred exists amongst me; it shall not overcome thee.**
 * The fierce storm shall not wake thee**
 * Nor slave owner by slave owner shall overcome me.**
 * Because of Freedom.**
 * Becuase of Freedom.**