It baffles my mind every day
that someone would die for me
in such an excruciating kind of way.
I think of it all the time
how this man could show love
as such a beautiful sign.
How His loving hands covered in blood
could evaporate our sins and shame
so we could be loved.
We will always remember this one man
who died on this Easter day
loves us more than anyone can.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
It baffles my mind every day
that someone would die for me
in such an excruciating kind of way.
I think of it all the time
how this man could show love
as such a beautiful sign.
How His loving hands covered in blood
could evaporate our sins and shame
so we could be loved.
We will always remember this one man
who died on this Easter day
loves us more than anyone can.
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