So the Freedom in Poverty

Erase the silence,

Erase the lies;

Lift the voices,

Where freedom hides.

Within the hearts,

Of those who cry;

Sings the songs,

Like lullabies.
Rising louder,
It begings to get clear;
Screaming it forth,
For every ear.
So hear the songs,
That freedom cries;
Bringing tears,
To the weathies eyes.
For the freedom lies in poverty,
When my Jesus came and said to me:
They have nothing,
Only me,
So freedom lies in poverty.



By Samantha Hubbard