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WITH HANDS UPRAISED
 
With hands upraised I lift my voice,
To worship you my King.
I do not come to ask of You,
To give me anything.

I come to worship and adore,
The One who gave His life...
That I might live eternally,
Sans pain and ill and strife.

Why You should die for such as me...
I'll never understand.
You could have come from off the cross,
To make Your own demands.

Your love for me and all mankind
Unjustly held you there.
So please accept my heart...my all
This is my humble prayer.
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THE WORD PAINTING CHALLENGE
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By MissSharon

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with cherrykc (Cherry) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with cherrykc (Cherry) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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