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The Analysis

So we were bought at a price,
redeemed as in set free from distress and harm,
but we walk around imprisoned,
persuaded by deception and charm.
If the ransom was high
and the price has been paid,
tell me, why do we continue to drift?
As if it's ok?
See the answers we give
don't match with our lives.
Because if we're endorsing peace,
why are we condoning strife?
The place where there once was such consolation,
has become a land of much needed reformation.
It's not acceptable to conform,
this much I do know.
Yet in my despair,
I'm longing to grow.
My spirit has been crushed,
by the wayward man.
I'm feeling so disturbed,
trying hard to understand.
And if NOT ONE is righteous
why are we pretending to be?
Yet dying within
to be set free?
And if the price has been paid
for one and for ALL,
why aren't we humbly
responding to our call?

Jeremiah 8:22 Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?
Why then is there no healing
for the wound of my people?

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