Crucified,
For me You were
Death and suffering
But where is their sting?

For now I am alive
I have meaning
I have life.
For Your life
Unto me You poured
With Your love
I am restored.
You descended from above
And chose me.
Made me Your habitation
Yes, Your habitation
Therefore through the One that is within me
I have power, I am set free
I trample upon serpents
I tread upon scorpions
You make me conquer
In my weakness
Because You have made me your habitation
Yes, Oh Lord, Your habitation
And great is He that lives in me
Great is He that lives in me!
The nearness of You
Strengthens me.
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