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Chained slave
Like a person on a restricted diet
Who waited too long to eat
The hunger within would not quiet
Thus he fell into a forbidden treat
He tried to say he was sorry
That the taste was oh so bitter
But the subsided famine within
Begged to strongly differ
Although it was a sin
So like a slave he goes
His body only knows
To stay alive to survive
It must quench this
With Daily strive
To find the tonic to fulfill
To heal this ache
To somber this ill
But quality of life
Quakes away to destruction
For like a slave he goes
Chains pulling him
Whips lashing
Yes he is driven
Is this life or death
that he is living
nothing matters but the call to
his name he hears down cracked hall
ways to death
back and forth
forth and back
risking heart attack
wondering when will be the last time
when will be the last high
when will he shoot up too much then die
like a cold train his soul quivers
like a dried sponge his liver shrivels
steeped like sour pickles
his heart strains like old windows
that can’t holdback the wind
death howls down his back
yet he still turns back to his vomit
close calls don’t deter him at all
for he is slave shackled to it
hooked to the stall
a bound slave can’t run
till he is delivered from the chain
till he is set free from the grain
if that’s you call on Jesus name
then deliverance like a swift sword
will meet you at and greet you
with the appropriate word
say goodbye to old hum drumm
say hello to freedom
let the chains fall
for you won’t need them at all
run free man run
run free man run
run to the son of life
run till you skip
run till you dance
do the prance
run till you are far away
from yesterday
run till you run into your
new day, run.
Don’t stop till you get there, run
Fast run slow
Just go, run
For you won’t run alone
You feet will ne’er touch the ground
For god himself will be the sound of
Each victorious round.
Run with god
