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Child Of Freedom
 

 
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Little child upon my knee,
thank the Lord that you are free,
to walk and talk, think and grow
to question, query, learn and know.



As you learn keep strength of will,
search for peace, not such the thrill
of searching out another's soul,
for if you do you'll pay the toll.



As you love, the way you give
dictates to you, the way you live.
Share your heart, your life, your love,
to reap your blessing from above.



The choice is yours alone to make,
no need to fear or weep or fake,
the feelings they expect from you,
to keep the peace, the way they do.



Question all that you may hear,
make certain that your way is clear,
my dearest child upon my knee;
I thank the Lord that you are free.


By jenikawhispers

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