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He was here,
The child of a blessed mother
He was here,
His father's hand he took to
He was here
For a while so you would know
he came, oh yes he did.
He stayed here
The fulfilment of the word was Him
And he led deep into our hearts the truths we know
he stayed here
that the price i had to pay would become his
and that his blood would take the place of mine on the cross
Then doing what we all so easily forget
so that in his coming, came hope
in His dieing, came life,
and in His leaving came freedom
Namie Elisha
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Monday, April 16, 2007 |
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011 |
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