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nchor my roots in Your dirt by the river

The Savior’s pursuit mends the hurts at my center Amazing that You seek the worst of all sinners And blatantly prove You’re a perfect forgiver I’m certain You heal and bind up all my hurting That You will improve how I feel; lighten burdens Observing Your Word, as I’m still finding purpose My dreams are complete and fulfilled, writing sermons I’m learning to trust and in You put my faith You deserve it and plus continue giving grace I’ll be serving, discussing, defending Who’s Great You are worth it, for justice You do demonstrate Now You’re working in me, fingerprints on my soul Certainly leaving hints, glimpses where I might go Intently sensing visions You’re likely to show For my God, I’m convinced, has the best truth I know!

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