A soul bound, held fast by the hand dark and cold.
In agony, downcast and demon oppressed.
"Unworthy!" repeats she, to hell, she was sold.
A strong pull, a voice calling, "Come out, be free!"
A magnet is drawing, the Word in her stirring.
Deep calls to the deep, "That's where I'm meant to be!"
An eagle screams, the seed is responding!
"Lord! I'm UNWORTHY! How could You not abhor?"
His voice replying, as He dries all her tears.
"My elected love, your sins are no more!
My righteousness yours, before doubt casted fear."
The Word is received, darkness gives way to light.
The Son is risen, in this life made worthy.
"Come away, My love shall be your might.
My Word born in you, your peace fulfilled in Me."
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