| I’m a believer
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| Sometimes I believe the lies of the deceiver
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| The lies are seeds, when they sprout
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| They lead to seasons of spiritual amnesia
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| Deep seeded self doubt
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| That creeps in my conscious feeds my fear
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| And keeps me up at night conquered by
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| Critical thoughts my mind is prone to conjure
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| When it wanders, watching my failures
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| Play back, play back, on repeat
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| I’m trying to change the chain of events
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| But can’t rewind or find the delete
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| Button to push, I’m on the edge
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| It’s like the world is about to end
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| I’m in the middle of Armageddon
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| With no arms, no weapons, no armor for protection
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| It’s the testing of my faith
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| And I know the answers but instead I’m just guessing
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| Like I forgot that God was my father
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| And I was set apart for His own possession
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| His Word is my armor and my protection
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| Against the enemy’s deception but I still question
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| How could I receive such an incredible blessing
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| When I feel like I’m less than
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| Because I went through a divorce, am I
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| A second rate Christian? |
| I know that’s a lie
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| So I won’t listen, through Christ I’m forgiven
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| I’m being formed into his image
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| According to God I was called from darkness
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| Into his marvelous light
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| He is near to the broken hearted
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| And faithful to finish what he started
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| As a child I struggled to identify
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| Most of my misplaced anger and rage
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| Dealing with a whole of emotional consequences
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| Based on the way I was raised
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| The feeling for affection and affirmation
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| Adjusted performance to get attention and gain
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| Some sort of acceptance but found
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| I was always rejected and pushed away
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| Deep scars, feelings of not belonging
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| Caused tall emotional walls
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| And any attempt to recover from the loss
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| Of my confidence was incredibly small
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| The residual effects of abandonment
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| Had me observing my character flaws
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| And viewing them all as insufficiently
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| Capable of relating or growing with God
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| I believed these lies to be true for me
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| My experience was the proof for me
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| Up to the point where I could sense Christ’s
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| Relentless love and complete pursuit of me
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| And spoke to me offering me hope and life
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| Through His word showing me His beauty
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| Changing my perception and giving me
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| Perspective of the way that God truly viewed me
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| A man who was prized and pardoned
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| And chosen before the world’s foundation
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| His own possession, His royal priesthood
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| I’m part of His holy nation
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| I’m his friend, I’m valued completely cared for
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| Enough for Christ to purchase
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| According to God I’m an adopted child
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| With intimate access created with purpose
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Who do you think you are? |