Answer Me

Drip by drip the rain spills on the hardened cement, my eyes begin to get heavy as I peer out the window. Please don't leave me now, I am to weak to carry on. As the rain picks up the days burden presses down on my shoulders, how much more can I hold. Please keep holding on to me I plea. His response is clear, "For he who was a slave when he was called by the Lord is the Lord's freedom."