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Oct 2010
It means trusting even if trusting is dangerous.
It means giving even when gifts are treated as frivolous.
It means caring when there is no gain to be had.
It means opening my heart so its not iron-clad.
It means listening when open ears are hard to find.
It means holding fast even though life can sometimes grind.
It means doing the right thing despite the cost.
It means sacrificing all, knowing it might still be lost.
It is loving in such a way the other can see.
That the only reason I can even love is because Christ first loved me.
Written by
Mark Rossol
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   Emily Myers
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