Set Apart

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We are called for more, 
our past does not
define our future.

Because, 

In Christ we are 
set apart,

Destined for greatness, 
long before our 
birth.

Nothing 

will ever separate us
from that love.

Don’t conform to the pattern
of this world
we are not of it.

But,

of a world much greater,
A world of peace,
A world of joy.

That place where God has called out
so that our purpose may
be revealed.

In Christ,
we are set apart so
that His glory will
shine through.

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