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When sins are forgiven,
No longer you have need;
Sacrifice for Heaven,
Just confession indeed.
It is the blood of Christ,
As we consciously go;
Since He was sacrificed,
Allows our sins to flow.
Jesus has opened a new,
As well as living way;
For us able to view,
The most holy each day.
The curtain was the skin,
That acted as a wall;
For blocking all the sin,
Out of the sacred hall.
But the curtain was torn,
The Day of Atonement;
And we could be reborn,
Since Christ made the payment.
We have a master priest,
That is head of the house;
As He prepares the feast,
He comes for His new spouse.
Our bodies are washed,
With water that is pure;
And since Satan is squashed,
We are given the cure.
Strong faith and sincere heart,
Continue to declare;
Be ready to impart,
To others as you share.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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