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I got a father that won’t let sin murder me;
The divine grater that grated my heart of stone,
The Chief corner stone that stoned sin to death,
I was bound by grave sins but now I’m free from the grave

Cooked in the pot of life to become His wife,

Boiled in the water of life to cure my boils;
Boils of sin seen in the scene by the accuser,
Until I moved from works of sin into grace to win.
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