Now, what is my identity,
My master whom I can not flee?
A slave to Christ, not sin or me,
In Jesus Christ I am defined.
Identifying not with death,
But in Jehovah’s living breath,
His covenant, His grace, His rest,
With Christ my king, His law is mine.
Identifying with His bride,
Communion with the crucified,
And with His people unified,
His holy bride from sin refined.
So Satan’s feeble fantasies,
And sin, not your identity.
Redemption is reality,
We will in Christ perfection find.
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