Like Him,
Moved by no tempter,
Their siege is spoilt,
A life of victory.
Power to heal,
To open the seal,
Not mere zeal,
Something is behind this.
Pluck your eye!
Cut your legs!
If they misdirect,
How long!
Something permanent,
Something real,
More like Him,
I crave!
Be broken!
Be broken!
Be broken!
Be broken!
Funeral for Mr. Flesh,
Death sentence to self,
The Spirit now in charge,
Now like Him
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