Freed From Shackles

My soul inside these shackles,
Was panting for light,
Which turned out to be oh so bright!
Had I become the laughingstock
Of these pugnacious cohorts;
Like the waves, I was tossed back and forth
To return to where I came from.

 And thanks to my Maker,
Who is the God of the universe, who saw me.
 He freed me from my chains,
That enslaved me awry.
Surely, He is my Rock,
My Redeemer, my Deliverer,
Who saved me from the valley of death.