Poetry

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Nothing could have stopped Him
From laying down His life
It wasn’t nails that held Him
To the cross that night

The love He had for the lost
Kept Him on that tree
With a word He could have come down
But He wanted us to see…

That He is the only and true way
By no other can we be saved
He became the sacrificial Lamb
To destroy death and the grave

He came to give an abundant life
To disarm the thief of our soul
Making a way for us to walk in victory
To be made completely whole

His love for us gives us hope
We don’t have to life in defeat
For by one single drop of His precious blood
are we able to be free…

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