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I love that I abide in liberty.

My chains are soft caressing threads and dreams

Of cherubim that spread their wings for me

To draw me to where all is as it seems

When I look past time to eternal rest.

What is the reason I sing freedom songs?

Ask why a baby robin in a nest

Is singing hymns of soaring with the throngs

Up, up where neither sign nor road nor map

Directs. Because the print is in its heart.

Look up! And you will see no hook or trap,

Just birds that fly without a whip or chart.

God made them so and he made liberty

And in its tender shackles he put me.