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I am a ruin, only pieces of me stand.

I was a fool and knew only nonsense

yet he levels the mountains before me

and cuts through my chains.

He make fools of false teachers

and keeps His promises.

His foundation is laid, it is His Son.

In my secret place He stores his riches

and gives me a name of honor.

Rejoice in the ruin that stand restored.

Inspired by the prophet Isaiah