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He stretched His arms and then he died

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God hath spoken -Location of bin Laden
Oct 19, 2001
6:58 EDT

Father, I thank You
For Sending me your Son Jesus,
He chose to die for my sins and the sins of each
individual in this world.
He was innocent, yet considered to be guilty,
How can we live in this world and not feel
filthy.

He did not have to die,
He could have called his angels to take
charge over him.
But he said, "Not my will, but thy will be done"
Jesus suffered; the pain, the agony, and now
the battle has been won.

He was beaten, whipped, spit on,
He was called everything but the Messiah
Now he is known to the world as the
survivor.

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Oh Father in Heaven, I thank you,
For sending your son
He chose to die for our sins,
an innocent man's blood.

He did not have to die,
He could have chosen not,
But he suffered immense pain
To save us from our lot.

He was whipped, beaten and spit upon,
Because they were frightened of him
But they had no idea who he was
An insane man? No,
He was in fact the saviour of Men.

The crown of thorns he wore,
Were not sitting on his head!
They were thrust into his skull
And still more blood He shed.

Through the crowd, He carried His cross
Our symbol of His glory,
His painful journey would soon be over
But on one could forget His story!

Then the nails they did hammer,,
And with each excrutiating blow,
He gazed upon our faces,
BECAUSE HE LOVED US SO.

A sword they thrust into His side
Another needless torment,
Blood and water flowing down.

Oh, Lord, how I lament!

His clothes they gambled for
As He watched in a tortured state.
These men were evil to the core!
Therefore, Hell will be there fate.

God turned His head away,
As the sins of man, upon Jesus were lain
He felt terribly alone,
His body in writhing pain!

As darkness filled the sky,
And the veil was torn in two,
Jesus committed his spirit,
His task on earth was almost through.

For three days later,
He arose from the dead!
His prophecy fulfilled
Just as he had said!

There is no room for recompense for the
gift from
Jesus Christ.
He gave his life for you and me!
And by his precious blood;
we are saved!

So we must share the Gospel to everyone we see.
We Praise you, Dear Lord and give you the
GLORY!

~Kricket 1999~