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Blood rushes from the wounds,
My sight grows dull and dim.
These people are my passion,
I give my life for them.
I'm whipped and attacked,
I wear a thorny crown.
Soldiers help assault me,
They thrust me to the ground.
They nail me to a cross,
They gamble for my clothes.
I stand between two men,
More and more blood flows.
You have been forgiven,
I lay down my life for you.
I lose my life upon that cross,
And now your life is renewed.
©2007-2009 ~GrandMasterSpike
:icongrandmasterspike:

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This is told from the perspective of Jesus Christ, my personal Saviour. It is based upon his death. If you view this, please comment.
~Spike~

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amazing

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Being a Christian means You give up your right to say

"Not my problem"

God doesn't love me because i go to church

I go to church because I love him
:icongrandmasterspike:
Thank you. I felt the conviction that God placed upon my heart and knew I had to write. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
~Spike~

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~Spike~
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i did thank you

--
Being a Christian means You give up your right to say

"Not my problem"

God doesn't love me because i go to church

I go to church because I love him

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