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Your Pain My Gain

It was on a cloudy morning The sun restrained from bursting forth The hordes of hell were let loosed And the battle lines eventually drawn The lamb that was slain Before the foundation of the earth appeared Being led to be slaughtered Thirty nine cruel lashes was he given With deep wounds and blood all over Him A thorn of sin on His head like a crown All for my gain There was nothing majestic about Him Nothing to really attract us to Him Yet it was this pain that liberated us From bondage to bondship with Christ Hell to co- heirs with Christ It was indeed your pain my gain © Adeola Abimbola

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Date: 5/30/2020 9:19:00 PM
Great summary of Isaiah 53. By His stripes we are healed, too. Yes, as Psalm 22 also concurs: there was nothing in Him (being crucified) to attract us, to endear Him to us. His payment was NOT 4 his own sins; he had none. U right: OUR GAIN.
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