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Wondering far from grace.
Why would anyone want to steal your fate? Yet some has taken your place, stolen your fate. You’re not of the same race? Why would he think of giving you grace? Why should he care for you, some wicked wretch? Care for your sinful soul of stench? Lie down and die for your right. Enable freedom in his sight. Light touches the darkest portion of the soul. Amazement shines with every expression, as the impact of the sacrifice is relalized. Acceptance of Grace giving a lonely heart a warm tender embrace.
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