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Apr 2020
6 days He worked and the seventh He rested
Throughout all His life, and even when tested
one church will tell you that this isn't so
that we worship on Sunday 'cause that's when He rose
But even in death, He rested on seven
His work here was done, on earth and in Heaven
A horrible death, He died for our sin
He did it so LOVE would always win
when we make excuses for all that we do
we think love lets you do whate're you want to
love sets boundaries on behavior that's bad
because those sins will just make you sad
wake up with a hangover and you don't feel good
or sleep with that person just because you could
there's no consequences for a minute of fun
but what happens next, when this is all done?
He paid the price for every sin that you make
and all you can do is take, take, and take
it's never enough, you always want more
you don't even know what you're searching for
freedom, escape, from this hole that's inside
try to fill it with stuff, or numb it, or hide
accept His sacrifice, His love fills your soul
this is what's missing, this is your goal
we don't understand it, 'cause it's not a thing
like money, career, or a big diamond ring
but it fills you with confidence, freedom, and love
because it's a blessing, a gift from above
when you think of the empty things in your life
bleak bank account, no husband or wife
seek above all, the kingdom of God
and He gives even more, it's really quite odd
Think of His life, His death, and His love
and let it protect you like a well-fitting glove
Fearless
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Fearless  35/F/Somewhere Over the Rain
(35/F/Somewhere Over the Rain)   
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   Holly D
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