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......... Freedom Bound (dedicated to Greenbelt Festival BHP's 2004)
We run
Sometimes we're pushed, we fall
Into the Arms that wait
Took by the Hand that made us
Touched by the One who saved us
Free'd from the things that slave us....
That slave us....
Hard to explain or measure
Way beyond feelings of pleasure
To have or to hold or to treasure
I treasure...
This suit of love
This garment of joy
Cut from the cloth of Grace
With a sweet sound
Of lost, found
I'm free, freedom bound
I strayed
Into the darkened night
Trying to hide myself
Trying to run from truth
That's where I found You
The blackness it turns blue
Something let the light in
Powerful and frightening
Beautiful delightning
De-light-ning
I wear this suit of love
This garment of joy
With a sweet, sweet sound
Of lost, found
I'm free
Free
Free--eee-eee-dom bound...............
by my big friend
Big John
the next step is to learn how to add his Mp3 to this blog
clues anyone?
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