Woman Thou Art Loosed

Woman thou art loosed
Woman thou art loosed
From all the years of bondage
From the pain and abuse
Woman woman thou art loosed

Early Sunday morning
Her body stiff with pain
She stirred up her hope
And went to church again
For eighteen years she kept the belief
If He would only touch her
She’d find relief

Though bent out of shape
She was Abraham’s seed
And moved by her faith
Jesus rushed to her need
He reached out
Laid His hand upon her head
With hell-shaking power
He suddenly said

Chained to the past
No hope for escape
Haunted by memories
Of yesterday’s mistakes
It’s time to be free
You’ve got to make up your mind
Got to walk out of those chains
And leave them behind

Free from words that held you captive
And controlled your mind
Free from all of those facades
That you hid behind
Free from depending on
What you thought you’d need
For he whom the Son set free
Is free indeed