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I'll never know how much it cost for you
to die on that cross, the nails driven into your hands and foot, the soldiers mocking, the crowd jeering your supporters watched in shocked silence as the cross was hoisted up, you took on the sins for all of us, believers and nonbelievers, those present and in the future, we will never know how much it cost to do what only your holy presence can do, your truly are the King of Kings and the Prince of Peace....
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