From FEAR to FAITH to FREEDOM

Way to Freedom (Demo)

Music, Lyrics, and Arrangments by: Yours Truly

When I wrote this song--this song about freedom--I was going through it! I was stressed out. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired! At the time I didn't realize the power of my words--or in this case, Gods words that were spoken through the people of God. I had just heard a sermon at church and the Pastor said something like, "You can't be faithful and live in fear," or something like, "Faith and fear cannot coexist." I'm not much of a shouter in church so I sat there and pondered that message as I usually do. As I walked through the cold streets of Harlem, and let that message soak in, I began to realize that everything in life begins with a choice between faith and fear. Of course, with me being the truly analytical person that I am, that message really didn't sink in until months later when I had to finally make the decision to free myself, therefore, embracing faith and letting go of fear.

My motto became: Let go of FEAR, embrace FAITH, & find FREEDOM.
or in symbols: FEAR ---> FAITH ---> FREEDOM

I think that everybody in this life is trying to find a way to freedom. Whether it's freedom within the walls of your simplistic cubicle at work, or freedom within your breathless marriage--we are all on the path to freedom. Whether it's freeing ourselves from educational and familial bondage, or freeing ourselves from ourselves-- we are all on this never-ending journey to finding and grabbing that light at the end of the tunnel; and many times, that light at the end of the tunnel is within us. Whatever it may be, I believe that some of us reach freedom and some of us don't. It really is a personal and conscious choice that one must make over and over again in life. Today, I choose freedom. I choose to no longer live in the spiritual and emotional bondage of my past. I'm breaking every chain. I'm stepping out of those shackles of fear! I will find my way to freedom through hell or high water. I will find my way to freedom.

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