Shattered Shackles Poem by Tyson Green

From a place full of hate, disgust. I've been freed from it, for Lord I trust.

Shattered shackles lay flat on the floor. Walking out from this place, out through the door.

A breath of fresh air, filling my lungs with Christ. I will no longer be enticed.

Walking through the place of the holy, feeling the grass on my fingertips. A new stride of confidence, of passion in my hips.

Scraped away from everywhere, I've removed the rust. I've been freed from it, for the Lord I trust.