Oh, Abraham would raise his hands
And mourn this very day
For his children left the promise land
In search of their own way
And they kick and scream like wayward sons
And always wanting to sleep
And dream away these evil days
In hopes that God can't see
Chains upon Your children, Lord
Chains upon Your children
Chains upon Your children, Lord
Chains!
Do you hear the lion roar?
Awake o sleeper
Stand with me we'll fight the war
Awake o sleeper
Your suffering will come again
And never fall away
Unless we trade our many comforts
Like the ones who bled for grace
There will be a day my God will come
And put me in my place
My God I know, you'll call my name
You will not turn away
Chains upon Your children, Lord
Chains upon Your children
No more chains upon Your children, Lord
Chains!
Do you hear the lion roar?
