Face in the dirt, my flesh numb to conviction I ponder how I ended up so far down in this hole It's getting dark, yet I won't look up to the sun I'm getting cold, yet I reject His warming glow
My spirit comes alive for an instant Writhing in fear from the darkness abounding The bottle tightens it's grip, lust begins to set in I feel the apathy encasing me Why do you ransom your shame, my son? The wind's crying out, (oh, be still) "Move forward day by day Just keep on dragging your chains" That's all I hear but it's not so simple I find no peace, no rest in this hellhole I have no control without you God I keep running back to the same old habits I'm sprawled out on the floor bawling my eyes out Digging this hole, unable to climb out a forged collar around my neck Chained down to the ground, pulling me closer to hell Strapped down by my own addictions I crave to feel the light of conviction again Why do you ransom your shame, my son? The wind's crying out How do you think it felt when He carried your chains to the cross? He died to bring you the key The house of freedom is wide open, my son, come in and be free Move on, my son, I've given you authority to overcome these things Speak up, my son, stand up and break off the chains that bind you I speak to sin, and I speak to the father of lies; I'm unbound, I am free I am not your slave There's not a thing you could do that could mend The chains and snares that you've forged against me Your Father has broken these chains You’re not slavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
