Freedom Song

Pressure, Pressure, go away, you're not welcome anymore, you're not welcome here this day,
no, you're not welcome anyday!!!
Pressure take this trample hard, go now forever, this mind God guards.
A watchful eye to renounce each fret
to me this day I can't let you get.
Pressure now refused hard out,
in His love I'm made strong, in His love I'm made stout.
Against bitter stings of arrows shot,
I refuse to yield like your mat
to rejection met.
I don't have to fight like a man;
It's in His Truth sung like a sparrow's song of freedom flying over head I can stand,
I remain.
Your rain may pour, your rain can hurt,
but it's not able to make me fail.
Not in the way my King would count,
You've not robbed me of a truth I won't too soon forget about.
My King would bless me, He doth redeems me, ever yet holding me, steadfast like His woman tree.
Roots not found in dirt or you, not in the perishable natural-
but in a King Who holds me fast in Truth, in Promise, love, security.
He speaks for me when I can't hear Him,
declaring righteousness and victory, clothed I am forever in His very robes of glory free.

Pressure you're no longer worth this girth to birth your grody word.
I stand claimed, where in my mind His stake remains, and where in reality my truth contains the freedom sounds of breaking chains,
as I apropriate the freedom song, knowing I can't not belong;
His love is for me, Grace cleans me, creates in me His Heart so pure, and I revel in,
still surrender to, love --whereby in His choice, commitment, covenance, I can't be seperated from, nothing can no scheme no blame no harm or game.
It may hurt but you're only dirt. I'm in Him, His constant Palm, where my name was etched,
my life recovered.
No blame, no harm, no shame can come, to keep my King from walking me,
into His life, His freedoms more, which speak in me when I'm so weak, to pray,
"Poppa, YOUR Kingdom come, Your will be done." I will not stand for, nor remain, to lick your stains of bitter bile.
I won't faulter any longer, I won't waiver when God's my Savior.
You keep me strong, God, you keep me fast, in your grip I seek to continue to persist!

When in my sorrow I felt so weak, I listened to His voice so sweet, and heard His love so clearly speak:
"That is finished, it is done!! No more of that bitter gall. My truth for you I will recall. Stacey Lou Hoo, how I love you, you're my winner, you're a keeper. Dance in me, in my heart, and sing your songs and write to me your love so sweet in poems, dreams and dances CRUNK, forever here- stand, swim and drink! I love you dear, forever here. Be here now, steadfast, stand still. I'm here forever, you're my treasure, take my pleasure. Freedom come, freeom reign, freedom sing over missie Senorita.
She will keep my love her rest, she's splended, swifty, of gentleness, Come to me, relax and rest!
With ears to listen at my chest, the whispers heard in each heartbeat, to speak the dancing cries, 'Be FREE my birds, come to me!'
And THAT, my dear's, your victory! Battle won, shout loud and clear!!! : 'I've Won! I've won! I stand in STRENGTH. I'm my King's Warrior Queen!' "

In Him I stand, proud and strong, because in him no wrong may steal me.
To this give ear, for He has Promised, He will keep me, not forsake me.
So in Him I trust, not each digust, that tries to lie, kill, steal, destroy me.
I refuse them, and in His Name hard out rebuke 'em. I'M NOT TO DIE to those this day, but to thrive and live in life abundant-- the gift and promise on which I can rely.
In Him alone I die to rise, yet die to live
forever and a day I may. His Grace redeems me, His death and ressurrection thrive to say, this day and next, that He's secured my stance in Him. Eternity He speaks and says, "I can't hardly wait, can you?! We'll dance and dance and sing and eat, party down to the beat, of angel's songs in loving prose, hand in hand we'll never part."
So for now I stand at His heart,
and His Dove speaks into mine ears,
and I feel freedom's draft in waving banner overhead. No eye has seen, no ear has heard, yet still we know this banner's LOVE.