Passion No Less
His place replaced the soul that reads
This simple write, yet still indeed
If not for one not of this Earth
Worthless would be your true net worth
He walked the path for you He'd tread
A thousand times and tears too bled
For time drew near, raising The Son
Above all sin, mans worst be done
He healed the lame, raised the dead
The blind to see, Five thousand fed
These things written as Easter draws
Near again for you to pause
Where are you in the scheme of things?
Still lost but found in suffering?
It need not be this way dear friend
As time allows, draws near the end
You see he cleared the slate of names
The one that holds yours too to blame
Hold to truth, walk not alone
There is but good in Him atone
Your life was spared to be but one
One with GOD and too The Son
Break Bread this day and drink of Him
Know of the Man who took all sins
Not just for show but to go forth
To tell of what, His ransom bought
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Passion No Less
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