Free Them

Under the apple tree—
that’s where bondage came.
It stole their youthfulness,
and their souls began to fade,
turning an ugly gray.

Harbored in the lies
of a simple tale—
no fruit, no fruit,
and now they won’t prevail.

Bondage, bondage—
we need a way out.
Bondage, bondage—
the I Am begins to shout:

“Oh my, oh my—
where have you gone?
Where have you gone,
my beloved one?

Please come back,
please come back—
I gave you all the freedom.
Now you have won,
and lost your key.

So I will shout:
Freedom! Freedom!
For my Son
is the only One who can.”