A Dream Filled Balloon: What are We Trusting

If anarchy is tolerated, it will eventually destroy all FREEDOM!

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Flying high in the sky is a dream-filled balloon

Shining brightly with sequins and streamers—

It beckons to those disenchanted with life—

Calling out to the young and the dreamers!

They imagine a magical world filled with LOVE

Where they’ll never be worried or stressed 

Just to do what they please— what feels good to them

With each notion and desire, simply blessed.

FREEDOM—followers think it’s in the balloon

A world with no limits or restraint

If everyone’s free to do whatever they please

How could anyone have a complaint?

And JOY—surely it’s filled with great joy

With no oppressive laws and no restrictions—

Reproductive rights, no gender distinctions

No borders and no moral contradictions!

They’ve been told that it’s a panacea

And they search for it, far and wide

But they haven’t had a revelation 

Of what they will find on the INside!

Alas the balloon with it’s shimmer and shine

(Leading dreamers to march, scheme, and shed tears)

Doesn’t really contain what they so want to find

The contents will just fuel their fears

Love can’t be manufactured — tolerance isn’t love

Besides, tolerance is a major two way street

You can’t expect tolerance to be poured out on you

If you don’t dispense it on everyone you meet!

If love is reserved for one’s own kind, it lays the foundation for HATE!

History has shown, through millennia of time

That freedom’s never free—it has a price to pay

Lawless societies are most certainly doomed

There have to be boundaries—it’s the only way

Anarchy

True JOY is a sought after feeling

It agrees with who you REALLY are

Most elusive of all human yearnings

Our conscience is joys’ guiding star! 

If we reason away what our conscience cries out, JOY can not rest in our heart!

So let’s look inside this balloon

Find just what is lurking in there—

Not freedom, not love, not joy

But a lot of really hot air!

Sent up by those with agendas galore

Your future is not their concern

Their goal is ruling, destroying your world

And watching as your bridges burn.

Love, freedom and joy as promised

Are ethereal and tenuous, my friend

Hate, oppression and angst —-

Are the final products in the end

So what is the answer,

What is the cure?

Believe it or not

The answer is sure!

Look up in the sky, but not for a balloon

Look up to the Lord, who is coming back soon

Love is His mantra, freedom His cry

Joy is His blessing, just give Him a try!

He created you, He knows your every thought

He knows when you’re happy— knows when you’re not

He’ll heal every wound, hold you close to His heart

Give you love, joy and freedom—and that’s just a start!

You see— your hope and your future IS His concern

Just melt into His loving Daddy arms

No more disenchanted, merely hopefully dreaming—

But at peace — set free from all fears and alarms!

 

Written by Debbie Fickess

Featured Image by Dima Kolesnyk on Unsplash

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