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Some hearts are open,
to God's amazing Grace,
while others are buried,
in ruins,and waste.
Bright is the life,
that captures the meaning,
lost is the soul,
that rejects redemption.
Oh the screams,
one day we will hear,
as the time is present,
for our Savior to appear.
Many will see,
the path of their wrongs,
as Jesus welcomes,
His Faithful home.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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