Oh, to see my name
Written in the wounds,
For through Your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death
Life is mine to live,
Won through Your selfless love.
And we stand forgiven at the cross.
This Good Friday and Easter, I'm again reminded deeply of how God promises to take away the past. And that I'm freed by Christ's death for me. Believe me, He's real.
How can I ever thank You enough?
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