Freedom.

They say that we are free, but I can still hear the shackles.

The shackles around my ankles bound.

They say that we are free, but I can still hear the crack…

of the whip on my back, as I fall to the ground.

They say that we are free, I believe them when they say,

But yet I see no evidence that even points this way.

Something has me enslaved, something big, something strong,

I find myself reminded of this, whenever I do something wrong.

The thing that has me bound, like the Grinch has a big grin,

That thing that has me bound, ladies and gentlemen…is my sin!

It’s big, and it’s fierce

It’s ugly and it’s nasty

It’s terrible and crafty

It’s sick, and it’s deadly.

Like a dragon, it breathes its fire upon me

Like a python, it sinks its poisoned fangs inside me

Like a prison, it swings its door shut before me

Like a jail, its rusty bars, they surround me.

Sometimes I feel like I’m no longer encaged

I’m finally free from this monster and its rage

I am finally free from this misery and strife.

But for some strange reason, sin is still in my life.

All my efforts to unchain myself are rendered invalid

All my efforts to be good just come out retarded

On the outside I’m one thing, on the inside I’m a next

And all this time, I just getting massah vex.

But then…I hear

A voice oh so near that beckons me to the cross,

A lamb that was slain, for me, not in vain, who paid in a terrible cost.

I lifted my eyes and saw a great light,

For once in my life, I didn’t feel any fright

A soft voice told me “do not be afraid,

The debt you were fined, was already paid”.

The judge who condemned you was otherwise convinced

And you have been set free by me eversince.

“but, who are you?” I asked, shading the light from my face,

And as I lifted my hand, the shackles fell from their place.

The door swung open before my very eyes

I fell to my knees, my face to the skies

“Hold on”, I declared. “There must be a mistake

I’m sentenced to death, to be killed at daybreak.”

Not anymore, said the voice from heaven, down to me

Who the son has released, has indeed been set free.

A nail-scarred hand gave my hand a slight pull,

I’ve dealt with your sin, it is all paid in FULL!

I stood to my feet

I remained there in awe

I knew it’s my fault

For I broke the Law

“I know what you’re thinking” his voice seemed so nice

“I’m the Lamb of God”, he said… “the Man, Jesus Christ.”