CROSS
Cries in my heart, broken my soul.
Curse of my sin, my spirit fall.
Wages of sin brings me to death,
In the fire of hell in Satan's place
Raising my hand, crying out loud.
Asking for help, who saved my life?
You took my hand without a doubt.
And hug me tight to feel I'm loved.
On the cross, my daughter, you have been saved.
Through the shed of my blood your wounds are healed.
The 39 whips that i received,
Surely enough for your heart redeemed.
Saviour God, how good you are?
You gave your life to a rebel one.
You carried my cross that I deserved
And offer your love and kingdom come.
Sorry my God for i have sinned,
My heart ,my soul, my mind and strenght.
I commit with you until the end,
To be your child and worshiper.
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A Voice From Within (A Collection of Poetry)
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