when the seventh bell tolls
behold the captives are free
by the hand of the man who paid on a tree
when the rooster calls
all remember the cost
and not one will be lost
for there is a way beyond the cross
see them run
when gates are lifted high
when bars melt like wax
at the sound of His call
when shackles shatter as dust to the ground
-- revel8r 6/2/2018
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