When tears pour down like rivers, my heart lays bare.
When swords pierce my soul, the pangs I scarcely bear.
Where they store their venom for me, no one can know.
Where they incite their violence against me, no one can go.
How I gain my freedom, silences the strife.
How I rise again, is supernatural life.
What I overcome is a credit to God’s grace.
What I renounce, He hides from His face.
Who I am in Him is victory’s decree.
Who the Son set’s free is free indeed.
And that is Freedom’s Voice.
Article Written by: Debbie Harper, Ph.D.