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Christ came as a chief priest,
For good things that are here;
He went to say the least,
More perfect without fear.
He went through the best tent,
Not made by human hands;
His blood used to attempt,
Sacrificial demands.
He had gone to the place,
The holiest of all;
For the glory and grace,
So we would have to fall.
The blood of Jesus Christ,
Never had a defect;
Did more when sacrificed,
Than those that did reject.
The eternal Spirit,
Himself did He offer;
Upon which His merit,
To those that did scoffer.
He is able to bring,
A new promise from God;
That makes everything,
Right and repair where flawed.
Through death He paid the price,
Setting us free from sin;
Of the things that entice,
To corrupt us within.
He did this so we are,
Able to inherit;
Removing any scar,
From the unjust merit.
But in order for it,
Able to take effect;
Let the Holy Spirit,
Within not to reject.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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