Calvary:

Where my Jesus hung on da cross 
for us he paid the cost!
You just don't understand His death 
was more than predicted, 
could of went a different route but 
for us He was restricted, to 
crucifixion inflicted, with the pain of 
the sins we've committed, so that 
we would have a chance to be 
delivered, yet we so addicted, to the 
tricks that we've been afflicted, yet 
Sunday after Sunday n we still not 
convicted, take heed to da sermon 
that's preach see the pic that 
depicted, stand strong n tell the 
devil you've jus been evicted.....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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