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            It's a pleasure, it's a blast
            To be beneath His will, at last
            Knowing that I've shrunk some more
            Not so me, mine, not so sore
            It's a great relief to hand
            Over all my contraband
            Leaving it all on the altar
            Like a horse out of it's halter
            Free to glide on eagles wings
            Trust His currents, nothing clings
            Look to Him and follow near
            His direction, loud and clear
            Shows me where I need to go
            Where I'll gain the strength to grow
            All the muscles that I'll need
            For His creation to succeed.