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Feb 2016
I tried to stand but found
That the chains around my ankles
Kept me to the ground

I thought that I could tear
The bounds that trussed me up
But the pain I could not bear

I cried out in agony
Release me from these chains!
But no one came to rescue me

Then I looked back upon my life
And saw a deserted waste
Filled with hate and strife

Oh all the things a saw
Were worse than I could imagine
And all of it I bore

Then I closed my eyes in pain
The sight was too much for me
And regretted every chain

But regret was like a poison
An acid to my soul
It became my prison

I went to every doctor
but they told me only this
One cure exists, no more

That one cure they called love
I scoffed at that and laughed
There is no thing called love

But one day I lifted my face
And there before my eyes
Was a man they called him Grace

As I struggled with my loss
He bent down and kissed my cheek
And died upon a cross

And when his blood was spilled
It washed away my sin
And cleansed me of my guilt
He can do it for you too. He already has.
Gracie Knoll
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Gracie Knoll
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     ---, Alyssa Underwood and Star Gazer
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