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Pierced by nails and thorns,
Whipped, abused and scorned,
Bearing in himself my sin,
Jesus hung despised, condemned.
Now I rise to make
Music for his sake..
Free from guilt, from gnawing shame--
Holy now, I praise his name.
He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, so that, having died to sins, we might live for righteousness; by His wounding you have been healed.
--1 Peter 2:24, HCSB
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| From Blog09 |
Poem and photos ©2009 James L. Swindle.
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2 comments:
Another lovely poem.
I wish I could 'feel' free from guilt and shame.
God Bless
Amber
Amber, I pray that you will.
I hope to do a post on this topic soon. Meanwhile, the short-short summary of what I'll say in it: Trust the Lord as fully as you know how and use the means he's provided for Christian life.
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