The Song of Freedom (Awakened Eyes)

It’s time to trade the heavy coat of the orphan for the reality of the New Covenant. "The Song of Freedom" is an anthemic folk-rock track about waking up to awakened eyes. When you realize the courtroom has been dismantled and there is no distance between you and the Father, the legalistic ledgers fall away. Grief and hardship become teachers rather than masters, and we begin to see that all things truly work together for our good. Step out of the courtroom and into the oneness of the vine. Join the Circle: 🔔 Subscribe to walk the gravel with us:    / @davidschnabl7946   👍 Like & Share this song with someone who needs to set down their ledger today. 💬 Leave a comment: Where are you listening from, and what heavy rules are you ready to leave in the dirt? The Song of Freedom (Awakened Eyes) (Verse 1) I used to think my history was a sentence and a chain A catalog of wreckage and a legacy of pain I wore the orphan label like a heavy winter coat With a legalistic anchor tied around my sinking throat Till the New Covenant broke open like a window in the roof And I stopped believing lies and started looking at the truth There is no distant judge who's keeping track of every flaw We are living in the spirit, we have graduated law! (Chorus) It’s the song of freedom rising from the dirt Healing up the memory, comforting the hurt When your eyes are finally opened to the oneness in the vine You see that all things work together, every branch is yours and mine We are waking to the promise, the finished work is done The darkness is as light before the glory of the Son! (Verse 2) Now the grief is just a teacher, not a master or a king It’s a quiet, deep reminder of the love we get to sing We take the heavy burdens that our brothers tried to bear And we sit beside them silently and offer up a prayer Not to fix a broken nature that was never really bad Just to wake them from the nightmare that the legalists have had To tell them they're in Christ, and they were never left alone The Father’s living room is right here in the gravel stone. (Bridge) Awake, O sleeper, from the dream of wrath and night! The courtroom is dismantled and the atmosphere is light There is no separation in the height or in the deep The Good Shepherd is right here, and He is done with putting sheep to sleep. (Outro) Awakened eyes. Finished work. The song of freedom. No distance. Just love.