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I cast my worth for all to see
In return I received misery
I cast my face upon the ground
In prayer to God, his strength I found.
Now saved in him, I gladly proclaim
It is his grace, not any of my fame.
That brought me to where I need to be
Lifted up by the cross I am free
Belive it, receive it. Bob Lester