I'm a new creation, going through
construction; He's replacing and
erasing my sinful nature that had
me facing destruction...
Finally I've awakened, after all the
breaking, I've been shaken, no
mistaking, this walk I'm delightfully
taking, no more giving my goals to
satan, no more faking, all the fallen
leaves I'm raking, shaking, all the
flaking, residue that had me aching,
my world was quaking, like a pipe I
needed snaking, now my blessings
I'm retaking, for I was never
forsaken, a testimony in the
making...
I'm a new creation, going through
construction; He's replacing and
erasing my sinful nature that had
me facing destruction...
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