Some pay a higher price than others for our freedom
COUNTING THE COST
Counting the cost of salvation
Its value is countless, you see,
For its cost is uncountable
Salvation is certainly not free.
Counting the cost of our freedom
Lives lost on battlefields far away.
The cost of freedom is uncountable,
Freedom is not free, you can say.
Counting the cost of wrong choices
Yes, we have freedom to choose,
But sadly, making wrong choices
Our soul, we find, we might lose.
Count the cost of lost friendship,
When neglected, relationships die
And we're left feeling lonely,
Not knowing the when or the why.
So, as through this life, you journey,
Stop and count all the cost
Of the things you hold so dearly
And all in no way will be lost.
Freda Fullerton
September 19, 2012
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