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It's not by chance I live
Or, by random, I breathe
Every fragment of my reality
Is known by my king

It's not by accident that I'm awake
It's not by luck I see today
My days are planned
They are known
By Him

This sinful nature
Soon to be gone.
I'm living my identity
As a child of God
My iniquity had been taken
By the One who died for me
He has cleared my debts
He has set me free

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