Released from a will
that is your own
A broken soul,
now slain at His throne
where once you questioned
there's now full trust,
Your list of wrongs
are no longer just.
Set free from the bars
that held your pain
that caused you to murder
just like Cain!
From a prison
where the warden was you
you run
eagerly submitting to....
Your Master Lord
longing for His lead,
make me Your servant
you cry, you plead!