At His Own Game

Fabric torn, worn and frayed- The owner of this garment tearfully prayed. Not for better clothes to wear- Rather to take away the sins we share. By dying upon a cross of guilt and shame- Jesus beat the devil at his own game.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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January 16, 2012 at 5:25 PM
Very true..sheol, it does not matter the rags.. Its what holds it up.... The holy spirit.. A wondrous poem... Thank you for sharing....pd
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August 22, 2011 at 5:13 PM
Great one..A testimony to your faith...Sara
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