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At the proper time, When we are helpless; We will pay for crime, Unless we confess. But Christ died for us, Died for you and me; On the cross as thus, A disgrace to see. Finding one to die, For a sinning race; It would be a lie, You would not embrace. For it would be rare, One to sacrifice; And beyond compare, For someone that nice. But for showing love, As what God has done; Sacrifice thereof, His one and true Son. The blood has given, Approval from God; To enter Heaven, When shown we do laud. The death of His Son, Saves us from anger; From past God had done, As roaring tiger. The death restored, A relationship; If loved and adored, For companionship. Jesus our Lord, Allows us to brag; And not be ignored, By flying His flag. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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