By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

A freedom gained
Is a battle won
Even if the war has left you
Feeling wounded when you’re done
The heart gets tired
And the soul needs rest
And the Healer comes to hold you
In His arms you will be blessed
And He holds you so securely
He will never let you go
There is nothing you could give Him
He does not already know
Let Him have you
Yield to Him the deepest part
You fought the war
Just so He could have your heart
The trumpet sounds
And the cry “redeemed”
Is ringing like an echo
Stretched across the battle scene
The victor shouts
And a voice is heard
There is triumph in the holy precious Lamb
And in His Word

Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are Mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you ..."
Isaiah 43:1-2