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I turned to face the Savior, His glimpse it caught my eye. “Oh, Lord I could never deny you impossible I would rather die.”
However, at that very moment when my words began to part, the rooster crowed and He looked at me, His stare it broke my heart.
I fled that place in agony; did I really deny my Lord? Did my words betray His trust in me; it sliced me like a sword.
As I stood there weeping I could see no hope, and it hurt from deep within.
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