As the words of worship ascended to God,
Like incense in the assembly of believers.
Deliverance in the air as my faith rose like vapour
To meet that cloud of hope in the atmosphere.
Here now at this moment,
A man of God began to calling on the souls,
Which had been in bandaged.
I could see no shackles on me, but my habits had risen
Like the four walls of the grave around me.
In the midst of the saints, I raised my hands.
“Come as you are,” a voice said.
A warm invitation for my soul to find freedom.