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Joy Doesn't Melt

Bruised for my healing Killed for my living Rejected for my acceptance

These ashes will become Concrete mix from which To build a foundation Of hope

Dead to sin Alive to Christ Nothing can separate Nothing

Your power is perfect In my weakness Your grace Lifts my gaze

Now I wear your Righteous robes, and It may be raining But my joy doesn't melt.

-Brad Larson-

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