by Kristen M. Fiani
Could it ever be An act of bravery To sell one’s kin Into slavery? In most cases, it’s easy To betray our own. They trust easily, And they’re not on loan. The daughter never belongs To the man who bought her. Her genes are her father’s; Blood outlasts water. But do we speak of Literal confines that bind, Or a slavery of circumstance That entraps the mind? A more figurative kind Of prison-cell bars; The words and deeds That leave behind scars. It does not matter; For Jew or Gentile, BC or AD, We enslave our own kind, We hurt our family. But Christ Jesus came To pit brother against brother, Son against father, Daughter against mother. He breaks all chains That confine and bind, He makes a way To free heart and mind. All He asks in return Is our devotion Our appreciation, our worship And the constant notion That even though we were sold, That human love fails, His grace fully redeems And His love fully prevails. It does not matter; For Jew or Gentile, BC or AD, His Father’s reign is sovereign To Him all Glory be.
Kristen M. Fiani is a writer and consultant to government and non-profit organizations. She is currently writing her first manuscript about her Middle Eastern Christian family’s refugee story. You can read more about Kristen’s work at getquietconfidence.com.