His Death
My flesh is torn,
By the sight,
Of Jesus,
Nailed to the cross.
But my heart is mended as well.
Because Jesus paid my price of death.
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His Death
My flesh is torn,
By the sight,
Of Jesus,
Nailed to the cross.
But my heart is mended as well.
Because Jesus paid my price of death.