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Sep 2018
His hands were rugged and pierced on a tree. His feet were worn and nailed that he should bleed. He walked in worn out sandals and slept on the ground. His head was cut with a thorny crown. He wept tears as blood that the cup should pass, but it was not the fathers will. He was faithful until the end. Even death could not hold the one who would not bend. He bares the scars of his sacrifice for all of creation to see. Christ our lord wears them proudly to show that he died for you and me.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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