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Our innocence
The world says we’re guilty, sick, sinners—bound to die.
But God says, “I have loved you. You are precious. You are mine.”
Hurtful cycles, resentment, pain, and fear
Dissolve when for a moment we feel God here.
We don’t have to convince, cajole, or persuade.
God is our creator—we’re intelligently made.
Off go the strictures of deadlines and time.
In come the possibilities—infinite, divine.
This is a day for living—peaceful, confident, and free.
This is a day to see that all are Thy children and walk with Thee.
There in the stillness—pure, simple, and trusting,
We feel God’s tenderness; thought starts adjusting.
Thank you, God, for speaking loud and clear.
How evident—to You—that each one is dear.
We’re innocent—our names are written in heaven.
Truth is at work as eternal leaven.
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