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Once lost within the depths of earth And strangled in your self-made night, A hundred miles from any purpose, You didn't know the joy of light. But then a gentle hand came down And cut you from your prison cell! Not only did He free your soul, He had a plan for you as well - He cleansed you with refining fire, And sifted through the useless dross, And everything He found worth saving He gladly purchased at the cross! And then, with joy, He took His prize And made you part of His own home - And we fulfill eternal plans As we become His living stones! |
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