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Mar 2018
On a cold and bleak morning the crowed gathered to Jeer. They did not want the innocent but the guilty to be set free. Though not long ago, they had wondered at his miracles, for now this is how it must be. Set free the murderer and hang the innocent on a tree. Beaten wounded and battered, he gave up his life for you and me. Then hanging on a rugged cross, the innocent carpenter built one last thing. He took the rough boards and 3 nails of the cross and made a bridge between God and man.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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