Before I was black...

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Before I was black, I was hidden in Christ.
Before I knew my mother and father, I was hidden in Christ.
Before trauma, I was hidden in Christ.

Therefore, my allegiance, loyalty and true identity is not found in the outer self. But in Christ.

Ephesians 1:4



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