Put to death, therefore
The things of this earth
The things that aren’t of
The received New Birth
Impurities and passions
Of evil desires within
God’s wrath is still coming
Because of such sins
These were once our ways
When we lived such a life
Filled with anger and slander
And worry and strife
No more will we lie
About who we are
Having stripped off the old self
Set free from the tar
Our feet loosed and ready
To run as New Creation
Renewed in our knowledge
And filled with elation
That no longer are categories
That were once slated
Now we are simply
Creator and Created.
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