My heart is broken
I am ground like grain, pressed out like grapes
My bones, wax
Did you not know you would be conformed to the image of Christ?
He is meek and low and humble of heart
The covenant is bread and wine
You will be conformed to Christ
Yield, and do not harden your heart
Yield
For I AM
Will you not be conformed to me?
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