Skillet - Breaking Free Lyrics

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Skillet - "Breaking Free" [Official Video]

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My fingers aren’t as steady as they used to be. When I hold an old hymnal, the pages are thin, almost translucent, like skin that’s seen too many winters. I’ve spent decades listening to the quiet, steady rhythm of the Spirit, so when Skillet starts screaming about breaking free, it hits my ears with a bit of a shock. It’s loud, it’s jagged, and it feels like a younger man’s war.

But there’s a line in this track, "Break" from their 2016 record, that pulled me up short: I broke these chains, never be afraid to live my life.

I’ve sat by bedsides where the air was heavy with the weight of years. I’ve watched folks carry iron shackles—regret, bitterness, the things done to them that they’ve held onto like prized possessions. We talk about freedom in church as if it’s a light switch you flip, but most of my life has been spent wrestling with those chains, link by rusted link. To say you’ve "broken" them isn’t always a tidy theological statement. Sometimes, it’s a bloody, messy business that happens in the middle of the night when you’re staring at the ceiling, wondering if you’re actually going to make it to morning.

Scripture speaks of this, doesn’t it? Galatians 5:1 reminds us it’s for freedom that Christ has set us free. But living that out? That’s where the grit comes in. It’s easy to read that verse in a cushioned pew; it’s harder when the world is "stabbing and twisting the knife," as the song puts it. I’ve known people who spent forty years trying to get free from someone else’s definition of their worth. To finally say, "I am not your slave,"—even if you’re saying it through gritted teeth while your hands are shaking—that’s a holy act. It’s the sound of a prisoner finally realizing the door isn't locked from the outside.

Then there’s that bit in the bridge: Overcome, chains undone.

I find myself lingering on that word, "overcome." It’s an act of war. You don't overcome a clear, sunny day. You overcome a storm. You overcome the dark. At my age, the battleground has shifted. It isn't about physical strength anymore; it’s about the spirit refusing to stay hunched under the weight of past failures or the lies people told me about who I was.

I’m not sure I’d blast this in the quiet of my study, but there’s a raw honesty in the noise. It reminds me that God doesn’t just call us to endure; He calls us to stand up, shake off the rust, and walk out. I’m still learning how to do that, even now. The strength might be going, but the resolve to be free? That’s something that doesn’t have an expiration date. It’s not just young man’s noise—it’s the sound of someone realizing that the resurrection isn't just a story for Easter; it’s a way to live when everything else tries to keep you buried.