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LAMBS BLOOD
 
Lambs blood could not save.
A Lamb of God went to the grave.
Mystery of God, He rose from the grave.
Behold, He ascended to God's throne.
Sins He placed under, He did atone.

Because He lives I can face tomorrow.
Lord, Your righteousness I borrow.
Our sin is gone and all our sorrow.
Our salvation comes through Your blood.
Do be born again. Understood?

By poetalthomas

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