Freedom, or bondage—which will it be?
Or are they the same; can someone see?
People love things that money can buy,
They trade their lives, with no reason why.
The bills pile up for comforts and ease;
“What about our wives, or children to please?”
We spend all our days chasing the dollar.
The devil smiles as he tightens our collar.
We need time for God, and our families too.
Maybe less time at work could surely do.
Do we have time for that still small voice?
Or does our money talk, and give us no choice?
We all know the Bible—no work, no eat.
But money will bind us until death we meet.
The more we have, the more we need;
The love of money starts with a seed.
Lying to yourself is a foolish thing—
“Freedom, or bondage?” is the question I bring.
