Enslaved by the world and my dream
Then the door of my prison
for the ransom was paid, I was free.
I'm free from the guilt that I carry
From the dull, empty life,
He forgot the foolish man I used to be.
I'm free from the fear of tomorrow.
I'm free from the guilt of the past.
For I've prayed at my shackles
I'm free, praise the Lord
free, at last free, at last
I'm from the fear of tomorrow
I'm free from the guilt of the past
for I've traded my shackles
I'm free, praise the Lord,
free at last, free at last.
I'm free from the fear of tomorrow
I'm free from the guilt of the past
For I've cradled my shackles
I'm free, praise the Lord,