Alicia Blackwell

Rookie (6/12/1973 / Ark.)

Jesus - Poem by Alicia Blackwell

His hands held our souls
They were stronge and bold

For they once were nailed to a cross
With every dropp of blood that he lost

He washed away our sins
So that in God's eyes we could be redeemed again

So we thank you our father from above
For your sons precious love

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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