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Feb 2015
Can't smell the blood
That cleansed me
Poured by the precious
And only Lamb of God.

At no price I was redeemed;
It splashed on my sins
And they were all cleansed
Give new glory to live
And join the everlasting kingdom.

Litter was the bloodshed
But great was its value to me
I didn't see or touch it
But I was healed forever
The curse is long gone
And the blessing is for
My generation entirely.
salvation
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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