I carried a weight that was never mine to bear
Trying to climb a ladder that led to nowhere
Anxious and bound by the rules I couldn't keep
Crying out for mercy in the shadows deep
But a hand reached down to this prisoner’s plight
Shining with the fire of a holy light
He broke the lock, He pulled back the stone
And claimed my heavy spirit as His very own.
Now whom the Son sets free is free indeed!
My Savior came to me to intercede
The prison doors are open, the old life is dead
The oil of His gladness is poured upon my head
By His blood I am ransomed, by His grace I am healed
Set free to a liberty His Spirit revealed!
The accuser still whispers the debts of my past
Trying to tell me that the freedom won't last
But I point to the cross where the receipt was signed
Leaving every shadow of my guilt behind
No longer a slave to the fear or the blame
Of that old man that carried my shame
I look at the scars on the hands of the King
And open my heart just to stand and sing.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
It is not by my power, it is not by my might
But the Spirit of the Lord that has brought me to light
Where the Spirit is moving, the captives arise
Wiping away the tears from our heavy eyes
I reckon the reality that Sin has died
The gates of the kingdom are open wide!
(Chorus)
John 8:36; Zachariah 4:6
2 Corinthians 3:17; Galatians 5:1
July 21, 2026
Anthony Foster
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