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Post by carltonthe1st on Sept 7, 2005 13:56:46 GMT -5
He saw my sinful heart, and washed it away. He saw the depths of me, and made me clean. He saw all I did against him, but he brought me to his flock. No matter how awful I could have been, He still adopted me as his son.
What kind of love is this? That he would die for the likes of me. The love of a Father, To send his son to die, Instead of me.
All the sins that I have done were placed on him at the cross. All the wrongs that I have done sent my Savior to that life saving cross. Because of what Jesus did on that amazing day, I will see my Savior for all eternity.
What kind of love is this? That he would die for the likes of me. The love of a father, To send his son to die, Instead of me.
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Post by Shades on Sept 11, 2005 9:41:27 GMT -5
Very nice poem. 9/10 , a little advice, ending the line with cross twice, sounds a little dicie, but other then that great job.
-Shades, Admin.
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