Whatever is born of the Spirit lives
Through expectant hearts
We cling to the hope within.
Your covenanted promises and love
Do we cling and rest.
For we know you know
How to redeem the mess
Of birthing from death.
Bind up then, Oh Father
The desires of my flesh
Crucify its passions
And bear the fruit of love, joy, and faithfulness.
My mind is at war within me!
Shatter its strongholds and chains
That I may inherit Your Truth
And live as the free woman
Bringing forth life again.
For You, Oh my Abba
Are the image that I bear.
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