All my own efforts
Even on my very best day,
Could not wipe
Any of my sins away.
My Creator looked on with compassion;
Stepped down into time and space;
Putting off that heavenly crown of glory;
Exchanging it for a creature's rags of disgrace.
Choosing that Calvary death route,
Using His own blood as ink, written on wood;
With a nail for a pen, He CROSSed my sins out,
Because I, even if I paid eternally, never could.
(written/created by Jeff)
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