paroles de chanson Woman; Thou Art Loosed! - T.D. Jakes

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...
Woman, thou art loosed
Woman, thou art loosed
From all the years of bondage
From the pain and abuse
Woman, woman, thou art loosed
Chained to the past, no hope for escapen
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