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 Out of the muck and mire,
We are called children of God.
Out of darkness and despair,
We are called children of God.
Out of hell and death,
We are called forth to be
Children of God.
Take off the muck and mire,
Stand in His presence.
Walk into the light,
Savor His mercies and grace,
For you are called
Into His presence.
From hell and death
you are freed.
All bonds are broken.
For now you are called
Children of the most High God
Dress yourself in His blood,
Bask in His mercies and grace
Live for Him, with Him,
For you are His beloved:
Child of God,
Son or Daughter of The King.
poem by Deb Patrin
e-mail her about it at patrin@sherbtel.net
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