The Past

I wanted to let go
I wanted to move on
I'd been in that prison
For far too long

But the past was my maker
And it swirled around me
In the dark night
Threatening to drown me

Creating a storm
Within my mind
It left me desperate
Emotionally blind

Then I felt it
A helping hand in the rain
Belonging to my saviour
Jesus is his name

In love he came
To die for my shame
He took the blame
Renounced sins claim
Making me a victor
In his name

He broke the chain
Between me and the past
And now I'm free
FREE AT LAST