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Promised GiftWhen I look upon my Savior's face feel the touch of His warm embrace only then could I truly understand the promise of His gift of grace. For His love has been complete the battle ultimately won no greater love was fullfilled than when God sent His son. A promise of this gift though unworthy I can be whole because of His undying sacrifice I can find confort and rest of soul. To be given such a gift made free to become His Heir to live an eternity togather with glory of righteousness to forever wear. Vote for this poem
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