Free Me

She remains a slave

Wid ‘em cuffs on her hands

She writhes in pain

Bathed in her tears

Enslaved by her desires

Drowning in her guilt

A sure anchor she seeks

From the chains so tight

 From the chains so tight

She desires to be freed

From the yoke so heavy

She asks it be lifted off

From the lust so blinding

She craves for sight

From the guilt, so weary

She desires to be free

 On her knees she goes

Her weakness becomes her strength,

What a sight behold

Conquered, by sorrow so mighty

She finds her life in Him

Words seem so scarce

She groans the more to Him,

Pouring out her soul

She finds a treasure

The wonders of His wisdom

The Lord’s dwelling place is

 with the contrite and lowly,

A sacrifice she offers

Her broken spirit begs,

Lord, mercy to a sinner

Mercy from the chains, the yoke, the lust and the guilt