He broke another shackle
I didn't know I had.
To think that I resisted
Will always make me sad.
I wonder that He's working
And in my heart's a thrill:
He's making me like Jesus
With fixed, unyielding will.
Who would have thought this mercy
Would fall on sinful me.
He'll fight my shackling nature
Non-stop until I'm free.
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