When I was a slave,
A slave to sin,
The things of this world I crave,
Like a man lying in a cave,
Longing for a glittering light,
I wait for a deliverer.
Oh! He's here,
He grabs my heart, I flinch,
He does so even more, I resist,
He persist, I insist,
He shows me love, I wonder,
To give in, becomes an option.
He gives me reason to see,
Emotions boiling up in me,
I struggle, I dangle,
Lost in my choice of Master,
As my love whispers to me,
"New man, new man ", calls He
.
"I know he's here", my love says,
"... but you must master it,
For you are the master! "
The words of my love empowers me,
And I challenge his spell to a fight,
I'm in, I'm saved.
For sin shall hence have no rule,
To tell me what to do,
For I live for my love,
Under a new rule,
And I know the truth,
That I've been bought,
Made just and new.
As he makes to enchant me,
To make me blind and dumb,
I raise my voice in command,
"I am your master! Lieutenant Newman"
My emotions obey me,
I'm a free man.
Tommy Brian
@2017
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