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"Freedom Called" by Joe DiMino I see You in all things, God; And, sadly, I see me For surely You did not Will the majestic lion To devour the gentle lamb And the hawk not made To talon apart the cuddly hare No, it is greatly You And minutely I There . You, as the High Spirit Who resurrects, And I, as the lowly ego Architect of willful despair It is You who heals And I tearing At my own flesh Making gore of all, To rule Is also To be subject presence; Freedoms calling: Your voice across the ages Born of the soul For a heart in men To this, both curse And royal destiny; Curse, that we should Reject our God His comfort and haven Our brightest source, At painful length To establish below All that was near And effortless above Strengthened we both The earth resolves Man transforms To the living Light of God When one conscious Then explored Expresses outright As The Greatest Sentient love .