Birthright - Freedom

Man cries to Him whose Name
outreaches time and space,
his anguish reaches  Him,
whose Spirit heals and saves.
On arid land, in raging sea,
the still small voice is heard within.

He drinks from Life-giving springfs,
pure as the morning dew,
his feet are grounded on the Rock,
from which all rocks are hewn.

No gravity but Spirit
is the law of God,
not bound bur free-
is man to behold,
no guilt but freedom-
his birthright - to unfold.