Healed
My redemption
By his death
Blows of crimson horror
With his stripes I am healed.
Purposed
My salvation
Through his torture
Nails of crimson horror
His chastisement brought me peace.
Eternal
My forgiveness
At the cross
Iniquity paid in crimson horror
Past, present and future sins,
You can really feel your faith and love for Him in this poem. Very strong!
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