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What can we ever say, If the Lord is for us; Then who could make us prey, Or try to make a fuss. God did not spare His Son, But handed Him to death; For once the job was done, Once He breathed His last breath. So He will give us all, For sharing with His Son; Regardless that we fall, For us Christ has still won. Who could ever accuse, Those who God has chosen; Knowing He will rescue, Those in the ground frozen. For God gives approval, And no longer condemn; After sin removal, And will take care of them. For Jesus Christ has died, But was brought back to life; Curse being crucified, Agony of the strife. Now being in Heaven, Sitting upon His throne; The highest place given, To condemn or condone. Christ also intercedes, During times of despair; Whenever our pleads, If we send to in prayer. We are killed all day long, Slaughtered even like sheep; Agony will prolong, Till saved from our sleep. Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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