God sets the lonely into home,
He leads out those with chains
He rearranges us so that we may be whole.
I wish to die to myself, more full,
No fear, only grace.
He makes us powerful, you know,
because He that is in me is greater than he who is in the world.
Sin tells me that I cannot fight,
but that is not the truth.
I am a fighter,
and will always be,
for He who fought
now lives in me
and has made His home here
forevermore.
Sin has no hold on me,
and only freedom has a space to speak.
And powerful is who I am,
and who I'll always be.
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