Lawn of Shame Field of Freedom

Tired, torn, and worn
Fat but thin and bruised by whim
This sin this sin, that livith in
That tears and tempts
This wicked wretch
Torches, scorches what’s already charred
What’s already weeping
What’s weak and lame
It’s all the same this sin this scorn
This lawn of shame

This heart that is broken,
From lies it beholds
This body is hurting,
From stress taking toll
Stop hiding, stop lying, stop bearing this pain
Let light in thy darkness
Start hoping, start opening, start calling his name
Be loved by a saviour
Believe in forgiveness
Field of his freedom
Be changed, unfold