freedom's give.

i know what's it like to be free
i know what freedom's taste is to my lips
i know it's scent more than my wondering senses
i know it's eyes more than anything

but it's figure...
it has none but a mere silhouette
made up from a shadow
and nothing more than lines do i see

but, in all... i see freedom

uncut and unaltered
but by alteration it finds itself
the Spirit moves as the Spirit will
it has no form nor figure.

at alteration it finds itself best
yes, i have tasted freedoms yield
i have partaken in it's give
and i would follow to my death

it brings life to wherever it goes
and casts down wherever it flows
to bring to the surface what is inside
to convict the laws that have had me bound

to reveal that the law is fulfilled
and that faith in You is our dependent
to have freedom is to be bound
to be bound is to love
to love is to only reflect what You
have already so wonderfully done.

freedom 'tis the very thing that keeps me alive
to behold in reconcile the dreams i've kept inside
pulling them out from my innermost
i'm watching as You make them alive.

and i see as i am awakened
from my chained definition of freedom
i realize that now all along
freedom has always been Your undying Spirit.

and now, i know what's it like to be free
i know what freedom's taste is to my lips
i know it's scent far better than my wondering senses
i know it's eyes more than anything...
for in them i have only ever seen You.
and now i have found freedom in Your eyes.