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 Weep Not Inspirational Poems 1/22/2018
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Weep Not

THERE was, from my past, so much to forgive.
IS there bitterness still colours thinking ?
NOW passed to my Saviour that I might just live,
NO poison from that filth am I drinking.
CONDEMNATION not mine to give or receive,
FOR judgement's not my jurisdiction.
THOSE who I've offended, causing them grieve,
WHO believed lies and well woven fiction.
ARE these recompensed sins safely locked in the past,
IN a huge vault and safe in God's keeping ?
CHRIST paid the ransom, no matter how vast,
JESUS bids me now leave off my weeping.

Quoted text (upper case): Romans 8:1

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