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.