I never knew freedom
Until You set me free
My mind was never at rest
Then You filled me with peace
Unconditional love
My heart’s never felt
Till I looked to the cross
At the blood that You spilt
Sickness has no right to my body
You purchased healing for me
Demons flee at the sound of Your Name
You’re the Way in which I am freed
Poverty’s not mine, but part of the curse
Cursed is He who hangs on a tree
You did just that, You bore it all
You provide for me...
(John 8:36, Philippians 4:7, Isaiah 26:3, 1 Corinthians 13, Galatians 3:13, Mark 16:17, 1 Peter 2:24, Isaiah 53:5)
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