Atonement - Poem by Ford Jordan
At the bottom of our hearts..great grievous wounds lie,
to deep for hand to touch or thought to bear..
but feel, yes enough, and more do we know...from shocking fear to vengeance, apart from God we stand....reaping pain, yes, pain alot and only one can quell the shame, ..to cleanse the sore of death, Himself comes, Christ the crucified. God of man He stills the cry, with love great love He woos....and grand immortal purity cleans blackened heart with bleeding side and grievous aquaintance eternal reget, damnation flees the soul.
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