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Independence

There is an independence that leads to destruction– never yielding to God's instruction; “Let me be – I'll do it my way!” so I was as hardened clay. Until He took me and threw me down, then lifted me up unto level ground. With cracked ego and stubborn pride, He showed me my prison–I was chained inside. Independence paints an ugly face; isolation is a lonely place. But in God's Kingdom–His perfect law is found, dependence on Him, freedom is bound! To our Maker and Master, our only King, from independent to dependent–to Him I now sing!

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