Look at that man
standing all alone.
His head bent, his garment torn.
He stands apart in the shadows.
His hands in shackles, his eyes remain low.
Here comes someone who comes with a key
but it is fake and mocks liberty.
Can anyone help set this man free?
Some offer aid, but none hold the right key.
Who is that man?
With love in his wings,
nourishing his soul; strength for the prisoner he brings.
He stands to depart, one last gift he leaves.
With a turn of his key, bondage is released.
Now, look at that man!
A prisoner no more.
Instead of rags, he wears armor.
Because of a man who came with a key
to open our shackles and make us all free.
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