Poetry

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I will sing in the morning
As the birds do early
The notes of praise
Will raise from my lips
To You who are deserving
As I remember
How Your blood drips
On the cross never-ending
Continuously etched
In the memory
Of those who understand
The power of your healing
Your redeeming sacrifice
In suffering you paid
The unthinkable price
The loving exchange
For the underserving


"But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds, we are healed." Isaiah 53:6

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