| I couldn’t help but wonder
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| What he was thinking
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| As he stared out the window
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| Through the sky
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| It seemed he was taking
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| His last look at freedom
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| From the hopeless, longing look in his eyes
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| There were chains on his hands
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| And chains on his feet
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| And as I passed him by
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| The thought came to me…
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| Remember your chains
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| Remember the prison that once held you
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| Before the love of God broke through
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| Remember the place you were without grace
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| When you see where you are now
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| Remember your chains
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| And remember your chains are gone
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| There’s no one more thankful
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| To sit at the table
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| Than the one who best remembers from his pain
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| And no heart loves greater
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| Than the one that is able
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| To recall the time when all it knew was shame
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| The wings of forgiveness
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| Can take us to heights we’ve never seen
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| But the wisest ones, they will never lose sight
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| Of where they were set free
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| Remember your chains
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| Remember the prison that once held you
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| Before the love of God broke through
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| Remember the place you were without grace
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| When you see where you are now
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| Remember your chains
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| And remember your chains are gone
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| And in the light of all that we’ve been forgiven of
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| We will find our heart’s full look at freedom
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| To give and receive God’s love
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| Remember your chains
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| Remember the prison that once held you
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| Before the love of God broke through
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| Remember the place you were without grace
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| When you see where you are now
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| Remember your chains
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| And remember your chains are gone
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| Remember your chains are gone |