The pain in me,
Is like a thick shroud.
It suffocates, stifles,
And hurts all around.
White hot rage,
And pitch black despair;
Bind me with fetters,
“It’s hopeless,” they declare.
Peace eludes me.
Merriment is forgotten.
Life has long since become,
Spoiled and rotten.
Where can we turn?
And where can we go?
When life itself,
Denies us repose.
But as I sit,
In life’s cruel cage;
I see a glimpse,
Of a new and better age.
A mighty Warrior,
Breaks down the door.
He is powerful, resplendent;
And like a Lion,
He roars.
It is the Lord Jesus,
Our glorious King.
He tore open my cage,
And now I am free.
So as I struggle,
Through this bitter night.
I know my Savior,
Has won the fight.
Now my old master,
Who bound with despair;
Has cravenly fled;
His weakness laid bare.
The Lord is a Warrior.
Yahweh is His name.
In the heavens He thunders,
And to me He has claim.
He will not suffer,
His children to fall.
All you in bondage,
To Him you must call.
You, He will answer,
In times of distress.
He’s almighty and merciful;
He’s the absolute best.
He has crushed our enemy;
Now where is its sting?
True glory awaits,
After suffering.
As we walk,
On this rocky road,
He gives comfort, peace,
And makes our hearts His abode.
From heavy chains,
And gloomy darkness;
To love, joy,
And Savior’s brightness.
Be silent rage.
Get back despair.
King Jesus has come,
Now flee at His glare.
To children of Light,
You have no claim.
Your power is crushed,
And destined for flame.
Where we now tread,
The King has sent us.
So we march on,
With hope relentless.
Lead on, oh Jesus,
Our God and King.
Fill us with your love,
And teach us to sing.
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