231. Broken Chains

14. 8. 1989.

I look down at the chains that bound
   all broken at my feet;
Their power lost, heaped on the ground;
   the liberation's sweet.
I'd opened up a foothold and
   the enemy had wound
His chains around my feet, my hands,
   and pulled me down and down.

No more a prisoner, I'm free!
My soul shouts of His victory.

I step out of the heap of chains
   and kneel before my King.
My Sovereign is the One Who reigns;
   He's Lord of everything.
He pointed out the chains that bound,
   and by His power they fell.
In Him is where my victory's found;
   He breaks the power of hell.

No more a prisoner, I'm free!
My soul shouts of His victory.