Stifled cries of yesterdays pain
Are haunting memories of a runaway train
The moans and groans of a troubled past
Are like a ship that’s been torn rattled and thrashed
The only resemblance of what once was
Are scattered pieces of a broken mast
The chains and shackles of the captives past
The flower fades and the grass is gone
The hills are barren and there is no song
Endless people are among the throne
With no direction or even a song
The past is master of an evil demise
For the lost sails captive hoping for reprise
Memories and pain fused with sin and stain
Have become black as night and blind our ways
There seems no hope from shackles and chains
From this captives past of a life of continual pains
How can I wash away the blackness of sin and blight
To set free this captive shackled by night
Which is framed within the hope of
His washing power
Made available this very hour
The prisoners of memories pain replete
Can only be loosed at Jesus feet
The power to take away the sting of
the captive’s memories past
Lies in a hope of a die that was cast
Deep within the belly of hell
Came a defeat that eternity would tell
That the captives past of memories hell
Could no longer confine them within its shell
Christ is the answer for you today
If you would only kneel and pray
To be free from the captives memory past
Is to believe that He is able to wash
the pain and memory of the captives past
