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The Cost to Be Free

How do I accept a gift I don't deserve? How do I accept a pardon I never earned? With scarred hands, I reach out to the One whose pierced hands healed me My hard heart is replaced with one that longs for Him, and I kneel before my Creator as He reveals Himself to me I am sealed with a promise The Spirit stamps me and I know that I am His We were created to be free but it came at the highest price
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Dec 26, 2022
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Freedom is real. Trust in Jesus.

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