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I feel secure with the fold
My hand is clear I'm told
Nothing to fear or see out

My life is near the ground of endless tears
Trouble has come I cry and You draw near

Raised raised raised
Back from the dead, I will live to praise You
Raised raised raised
Back from the dead, I will live



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Writer(s): Caleb Brumbelow
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