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[aid] => mick
[title] => MY SIN
[time] => 2012-11-26 20:58:03
[hometext] => Makes a person wonder how we can be so deserving of His Love, Mercy and Grace!
[bodytext] => When Judas received thirty pieces of silver My sin of betrayal began When he gave the kiss on Jesus' cheek My sin then never left When the people in the crowd shouted Guilty This man - He deserves to die It started the beginning of the end that day Thus started a trail of lies When they spit on the man who knew no wrong My sin contaminated His flesh When they slapped Him over and over again My sin over powered the rest When the bystanders noticed that Peter 3x Was one that walked amongst Him My sin of rejection came on so strong The fear of my own death settled in When the crown of thorns went on His head My sins were driven deep Into the skull of an innocent man I then began to weep When they whipped Him endless beyond recognition To the point His own mother could see My sins were everywhere because her son Was sent here to die for me As He carried the cross down freedom road That led Him to the hillside He noticed the heaviness - The overload While the weight of my sins took a ride When the spikes were hammered in His hands and feet My sins were driven through His flesh to the cross that kept Him bound It was then He really knew When they speared His side The Final Touch My sins were gutted within He bled so brutally upon the cross So you and I could live! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 62 [informant] => mrsjackson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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