Master, Or Slave?

C Cynthia Buhain-baello Cynthia Buhain-baello
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All men were created to be free But some have chosen another way Life choices were made into slavery That ebbed their humanity away. A man is a slave to what mastered him, Alcohol, drugs, gambling and such. Greed, pleasure, and every evil whim Yes, the tendrils of Sin can grip so much. Man takes the drugs in his own hand And with his own mouth, he will then swallow. Man takes the guns, pulls the triggers and then Does the killing, the murders he sows. Man, he created those nuclear weapons Surely for the purposes of making war For Hatred and Strife has mastered him on And his Sin has gone so very, very far. Though Man was given all dominion Over the Earth and all living things He has managed to reap sheer destruction And the Cause and Effect now is coming. Poverty and famine are man-made Through corruption, neglect, and pollution The Earth has succumbed and its womb forbade The harvest of food for our consumption. Pride is the other master that holds Man will never acknowledge his need For the only God Whose power can mold Man back to his image, a master...His Seed. 'When you were slaves to sin, you were free from the control of righteousness. What benefit did you reap at the time...Those things result in death! ' Romans 6: 21 'For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.' Romans 6: 23 - Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello February 20,2010

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