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.