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Feb 2020
I run to the Cross, to lay my sins at your feet.

I run to the Cross, where the healing began.

I run to the Cross, where I always find Freedom.

I run to the Cross, where my new life has begun.

I run to the Cross, where my new Hope pour out.

I run to the Cross, and never looked back since.

I run to the Cross, my old life was a bitter pill.
Edward
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Edward  59/M/Muscatine Iowa
(59/M/Muscatine Iowa)   
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