Poetry

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My Propitiation

He was there on the cross calling my name.
His body was broken and riddled with pain.
He cried, Come unto me, come hold me tight.
You’ll need the faith I give you to win this fight.

Be of good cheer he said, All will be well.
I have the keys to the Kingdom and the keys to hell.
No weapon shall prosper against you.
Nothing will separate you from Me.
For in Me you are hidden, forgiven, and set free.

Romans 3:25, 1 John 2:2, 1 John 4:10, Matthew 16:19, Revelation 1:18.

He became like me, so I could become like Him.

2 Corinthians 5:21 For he made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin, that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

Elizabeth McAndrew

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