| Turnin' molehills into mountains, |
| Makin' big deals out of small ones, |
| Bearing gifts as if they’re burdens, |
| This is how it’s been. |
| Fear of coming out of my shell, |
| Too many things I can’t do too well, |
| afraid I’ll try real hard, and I’ll fail-- |
| This is how it’s been. |
| Till the day You pounded on my heart’s door, |
| And You shouted joyfully, |
| «You're not a slave anymore!» |
| «You're free to dance- |
| Forget about your two left feet |
| And you’re free to sing-even joyful noise is music to Me |
| You’re free to love, |
| 'Cause I’ve given you My love (repepte after bridge), |
| and it’s made you free |
| after Bridge (I have set you free!») |
| My mind finds hard to believe |
| That You became humanity and changed the course of history, |
| Because You loved me so. |
| And my heart cannot understand |
| Why You’d accept me as I am, |
| But You say You’ve always had a plan, |
| And that’s all I need to know. |
| So when I am consumed by what the world will say, |
| it’s Then You’re singing to me, as You remove my chains- |
| Bridge: |
| Free from worry, free from envy and denial |
| Free to live, free to give, free to smile |