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Well, I’m looking for a way out
From bedlam on the increase
God, let me be released
God let me be released
I need a touch of grace
From the Prince of Peace
God, let me be released
God let me be released
I need more than a human mind can conceive on its own
I need a mansion with many rooms as my eternal home
I need a better temple, than a whited sepulchre of bones
God, let me be released
God let me be released
Well, I’m lonely on a journey
Past tombs of the deceased
God, let me be released
God let me be released
Their sacrifices not enough
To bring down mighty beasts
God, let me be released
God let me be released
They needed more than boasts of brave intentions in the field
They needed more than masters, wielding sharpened blades of steel
They needed more than strategies with violent appeal
God, let me be released
God let me be released
When this troupe of cards collapses
Then I’ll be a refugee
God, let me be released
God let me be released
I’ll be in on the outside
I’ll dance with beggars, free
God, let me be released
God let me be released
On that day there’ll be no shame in looking to the sky
And watching for the image of a savior, soaring high
A better cause to celebrate than watching soldiers die
God, let me be released
God let me be released
When the hour is struck too late
I’ll feel the energy
God, let me be released
God let me be released
My eyes will find their focus
On a sign of prophecy
God, let me be released
God let me be released
Long ago the scroll was written, a prediction of the king
Who would shun earthly influences, to reign with staff and ring
Blessed by a sacred affection for the worth of everything
God, let me be released
God let me be released
Well, I might stumble on the road
It’s more than a certainty
God, let me be released
God let me be released
But when I bruise my heel and fall
The miracles will not cease
God, let me be released
God let me be released
If I cry with a woeful wail of what I had to bear
It will not be too much to ask of angels, unaware
Their aid will keep me moving, up the golden stairs
God, let me be released
God let me be released
In the promise of a carpenter
On this I will believe
God, let me be released
God let me be released
And if I fail at times to walk
His arms will carry me
God, let me be released
God let me be released
It’s a story that may sound like a trumpet in the wind
A peal of brass calling out with a holy acronym
A musical inflection, carried by an ancient hymn
God, let me be released
God let me be released
Grandma said it sweetly
When my conscience was conceived
God, let me be released
God let me be released
Her voice remains in my ear
Like the lessons of a priest
God, let me be released
God let me be released
Sometimes when the day is dark, I might wander from the throne
And find that I am among the ones who worship an unknown
But never will I feel myself to be rudely left alone
God, let me be released
God let me be released
God, let me be released
God let me be released
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