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Through a pile of dirt he longed to see
The likenesses of him come to be
So with life given and purpose formed
Man arose in grace adorned
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The image of God in flesh he stood
A sight his father said was good
And to him was given dominion over all
Quite a height from which to slip and fall
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For with one misstep the image broke
A whole new chapter already wrote
So with their identity gone they meekly hid
Naked and ashamed over what they did
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And from hiding they rose clothed with leaves
A sight with which the Father’s heart grieves
So from the garden they left in haste
The image they held a shattered waste
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Although never far from the Father’s heart gone
A promise of hope that carried on
A promise of restoration back to the same
A promise fulfilled when the Son of Man came
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For with his cross he chose to stand
And through his death he washed my hands
For the price He came to pay
Has given me the means to humbly say
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This is who I am and this is who I’ll be
A child of God for all to see
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