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I'm held by heavy chains called shame, Lost and so afraid. I stand here useless, incomplete, In desperate need of aid.   Yet in the dark of sin's cold cell, A light shines bright and true.
I have been made free.Free from all of the things that once binded me. It is the beautiful saving work of Jesus.The grace that He poured out when he hung on a tree and died for us. No longer a slave to the old.
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