here
I release my
perfect, prim bun.
I let my hair down
and rejoice as I run
wild and free, free and wild.
down
it comes, messy − yes,
but as invigorating and lively
as this bright, floral dress,
wild and free, free and wild.
myself
God's best version without
the timidity and fear
that trap me in a lifeless drought,
wild and free, free and wild.
now
rescued from the world's verdict
and held in His grace above,
embraced in my imperfections
and given full life and love,
wild and free, free and wild.
"Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17
"For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.... Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another." Galatians 5:1, 13