Sacrifice
There is nothing I have to do, except be me
The one whom you created.
There is nothing I have to say ,
But I praise you anyway.
The blood flowed from your wounds,
Covered my sins.
Your sacrifice cleansed me,
Made me pure again.
You are my best friend,
The one in whom I confide.
No words can truly say
The feeling I want to convey.
Copyright © Shelli Davis | Year Posted 2010
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