Chained

Her chains became her service
The gift of her walk with Him
In all the colours it came for speaking the truth
Bronze, silver or gold
to the onlookers they saw it as bondage
A restriction and a dictatorship
But these are her silver and gold she offers
all she had at the gate to give
To them it was her bondage but to her it was her freedom

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