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Error and sin, Lord, You can conquer these.
They fight the Spirit just like a dread disease.
O'r all that hinders, take authority.
Lord, hush my ranting mind. I must hear
Thee.
Come, topple all the strongholds in my mind.
And any theory that makes my eyes go blind.
Cause me to see, and have a willing ear.
Dead form, I now renounce, so I may hear.
How many forms and doctrines can there be.
Idols of ego are man's is theologies.
Let Your light shine on all I think I know.
Set me on Your foundation, there to grow.
Lord let me go where You would have me go.
Open Your Word by the Spirit's mighty flow.
Let me discern the five-fold ministry.
O, give the eyes of faith that I might see.
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