In the days of old we were bound, shackled,

chained in pain with not much to gain. Going

in the wrong direction on the wrong train.

We’re no longer bound. Our mind is sound.

We’ve been set loose. We must believe this. The

price is paid, the way is made, the yokes are

broken. We’re no long slaves. We’re hooked on

the book with the power of God. The devil was

shook, to the hills we look. Because

He’s our strength. We’re all in the picture,

Jesus is the brush and we’re the paint.

All of our cares are cast on Him,

so let’s not dwell on the past, but

thanks be to God Almighty,

We’re Free At Last.