break the chains that entangle me
by bloody hands and bloody feet
the crown of thorns that lingers there
misshapen back of flesh whipped bare
cruelest hope yet ever inside
the only reason why He died
hoping to hold fast to hate
to treat these wounds while pains abate
by the lymphocytes running out from his side
clean my death and morph to life
these shackles ended around my feet
the hands as hands of ours shall meet
spread out my arms upon this cross
making your heart my only loss
if I reject you from within
this soul will forever be slave to sin
to keep ahold of mercy’s grace
by hanging myself beside your face
intimidated by the whips abound
facedown, in the blood, on the ground
freedom’s face is often found
by reaching from on high and down
taking hell’s hold by the throat
and flipping off these entangling goads
by blood that runs out from a tree
by blood that covers, covers me
breaking the chains and binds that harm
freeing then raising every arm
to heaven’s angels looking on high
to heaven’s God who appeared nigh
freedom waits here in the blood
seeping out of flesh, and over the world as a flood
letting no one go unchained if asked
freeing the world from hallucinations at last.
ok, so this is another old one... but i love it
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