Truth
My sin has made me
intolerably corrupt
deserving of death.
Jesus, you are God,
but you shared a sinner's fate
to remove its sting.
your resurrection
allows me to live through you,
in your righteousness.
I deserve your scorn,
yet your works, beyond my grasp,
are counted as mine.
How can we be saved?
-Confess our sin and believe,
trust in our savior.
You have drawn me in.
Your breath enters into me
making my heart beat.
You made me your son
with a full inheritance
that I don't deserve.
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