Freedom Forest

There is freedom in many names.
There is freedom in no names at all.
And there is even freedom in my own.

Names can be stronger than the circumference of a ring

The name of Jesus broke my chains.
The heart of Jesus is on my skin.
It is stronger than a silver cross
or a one-sided conversation.

Freedom grows every day like a tree.

I wish everyone could see the forest I dance through,
the forest of trees that do not need to be cut.

I do not need it
but I wish it.

How are you doing in the forest of trees?

I am lost and free and I know my name.
The trees grow and grow.

Are you free?
Will you talk with my about the path you walk,
and pour out your name into the roots of the forest,
the deeply rooted freedom forest?

What changed?
Where is your approval?
Where is your understanding?
Come celebrate with me.