The thing my soul so loved,
Is the thing that I abhor…
To a thing my soul was gloved,
A thing I do not want no more!
To a thing I was once slave,
Is the things that use to be…
But Christ came in my grave,
And with love, had set me free!!
Now this thing my soul revolts,
Im strapped onto His divine bolts…
Who the Son sets free He liberates,
My soul is far from what it hates….
And the thing I loved, I now despise,
A Light has come and made me wise,
And the thing that held to me,
Is the thing from which ‘Im Free!’