Set Me Free

People walk around
pushing back their debts;
wearing pay checks
like necklaces and bracelets;

Talking ‘bout nothing,
not thinking ‘bout death,
Every little heartbeat,
every little breath.

People walk a tight rope
on a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and
hatred and weapons.

It could be a bomb or
a bullet or a pen
Or a thought or a word
or a sentence.

There ain’t no reason
things are this way.
It’s how they always been
and they intend to stay
I don’t know why
I say the things I say,
but I say them anyway.

But love will come set me free

Love will come set me free,
I do believe
Love will come set me free,
I know it will
Love will come set me free,
yes.

-Brett Dennen

Whoever does not love
does not know God,
because God is love.

– 1 John 4:8

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