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It wasn't the nails

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It wasn't the nails

It wasn’t the nails that held Jesus to the
Cross. He could have come down but my 
Soul would be lost. The ransom was so high
Only he could have paid the cost. He paid the 
Price to set me free, from addictions fear and
Countless things from A to Z.

The celebration of the cross, all he ask in return
That the word, the anointing, his presence we yearn.
Simply live in my heart to have and to hold,
That whatever I ask, will receive freely and bold.

Enjoy your chocolate, but do remember Christ,
Some prefer chocolate and say they are nice,
Easter the cross, death, resurrection now am free
Take the world but give me Jesus that will suffice 

Copyright © Abraham Lincoln

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