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Free
--Blossom Monyei--
Beaten,
Hurt,
Whipped,
Nailed,
He paid for me
Not with gold
But with His life
A promise of love.
I won’t forget
His great gift,
The blood He gave,
The price He paid.
When I get lost,
He finds me.
He leaves the rest
Just to bring me back.
My sins were deep,
But His blood cleaned me.
Now I am saved,
With Him forever free.
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Blossom Monyei
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