We are the Blood Redeemed.
Those thrown in the fiery furnace of affliction,
Like silver awaiting its purification.
Burn off every imperfection.
And when we look upon our own reflections,
Staring back at us,
May we see the Man who took on all our sins,
And pardoned us from every depraved iniquity.
Oh, Savior, wash us clean.
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