That I might be set free
But I was never shackled
I walk free, speak unheckled
The one that is in chains knows not
Still a slave, though his freedom’s bought
So you say He willingly bled
That I might not to hell be led
Was it I that paved the path to hell
Or designed its flaming cells?
Before all is Life and Death to choose
Chose Hell and Heaven you loose
So you say He bore my sins
Enough! You paint such torrid scenes
But He died thousands of years ago
Yet, this death, you link me to
His blameless blood was spilt that the lost
Be redeemed. He alone could pay the cost
Ah, did He die for me on that cross
Did He bleed to save me, save us
From unseen fetters of Sin
Tethers that eyes have not seen?
He that has ears let him hear
For the day of reckoning is near
Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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