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blackbiird Jun 2019
how could You
love something
so selfish
and

broken
and
confused

and
undeserving?

how could You love a sinner
like me?

But I suppose
That’s what The Cross is for.
Gracie Knoll Jun 2016
Yet I know that the Sovereign LORD  loves me
For did He not give up his breath and die upon a tree?

The cross is not just a place where blood flows
It is a doorway through which the free must go

For every wound that I've received
And every lie that I've believed

I will place at the foot of that cross
And never again shall I be a lamb lost
We must enter through the door that is narrow and give unto the LORD all of our burdens and sorrow.
as the blood flowed down
and the nails pierced your hands
you called out to God
and yet he turned his face
and you said
F O R G I V E  
T H E M
for they know not what they do.
And as you hung there
bearing the weight of MY sin.
you said
F O R G I V E
T H E M

— The End —