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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #2089086
A moment of gratitude. There's no love a man can have than to die to save all.


It was some days ago the Father on His throne envisage a child to be formed,

One to live above the strife of the world,

But another most precious must be her propitiation,

To redeem the status before her birth

Her ancestors already fell.

Limitation of space fuels her,

Like kings she must radiate majesty without fear.

Her enemies are fallen like hail from heaven and humiliated

And as yeast she rises above confines of atmosphere,

The downtrodden accuser must have nothing on her.

She will be worthy of the father’s love and her heart will delight in her God.

For her behalf I will give my only to redeem

Jesus, my essence will I offer up for her

That all that might destroy her will be put on Him

And her charge paid in full.

Now I am, the child the father reasoned out

One who all things have been freely given as gift

I am she who lives the Father’s plan and through knowledge discover His wonders

I am who Jehovah gave himself for,

I killed Jesus, so my father can have two

Jesus and I
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