Poetry

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A precious King powerful and strong,
Did bear the world’s evil and its wrong,
Its corruption and flagitious methodology,
All to bring salvation to a wretch like me.
What did He see in my mercenary essence?
To cause Him to suffer for my acquiescence?
His death gives to me freedom from all sin,
His death is intend for all mankind to win,
A place in eternity with His heavenly Father,
Some call Him the Messiah I call Him brother.
He willingly gave up His life, just for my soul,
To reflect His wondrous glory is my only goal.
I can not imagine what He saw within me,
But I’m grateful for my freedom and my liberty.
So daily I will live every moment for His sake.
His name is on my lips with every breath I take.
Glory to Him, Alleluia praises to my sweet King,
Glory to His name and the salvation it will bring.

Adrienne Gallagher Dominici 3/21/05

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