Good Friday
For my sins, You bore the weight of guilt. You, who knew no sin, became sin for me. You died so that I might truly live. To save me, You gave Yourself on the cross— A love so deep, so pure, beyond understanding. By Your wounds, I am healed. By Your blood, I am redeemed. By Your unconditional love, I am delivered from the chains of death. Thank You for the cross. Let my life be a living offering, A reflection of Your grace and mercy.
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