You who were born for this day
Call out over time
Release the bindings of the captives
Open the locked gates
Throw open the iron clad doors
Call out O daughter
Call out O son
Release that which was placed within you
I gaze at my walls
All the long day and into the night
The walls are slick with guilt
And the hopelessness fills
The darkness that surrounds me
Save for the window at the top of my cell
I would surely perish
Your song comforts me
It releases me from my prison
The low touches of your voice
Make the stones shake
The high tones of your voice
Cause the hosts of Heaven to rejoice
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