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Once, Twice...Once born, my life was lived recklessly in vain, empty without gain. Twice born, My soul was healed. Faith given by God, Holy love Revealed. Once born, I was a captive slave, Sentenced to my lifeless grave. Twice born, Was God's perfect way For me to reach out And pray… For salvation. Thank you, Abba Father. 1 Peter 1:23 Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever. Julie Pisacane © 2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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