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God Reached Down To Me
In my wretchedness, so miserable
God compassionately reached down to me;
Offered me His precious love, valuable…
He paid by His blood* of sacrifice-fee.
From heaven, He came to give me freedom
To unshackle me from sins’ bondage-chain;
Against eternal pangs of hell’s kingdom…
He ransomed my soul while guilt had me slain.
Thru His forgiveness-might, He sought me out
Ushering me from unbelief’s prison;
By His Word that conquers fear, woe and doubt…
He secures my spirit by His person.
Thus, I can approach Him with faith’s fervor
While living for His glory and honor.
*Romans 3:25 Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God.
August 11, 2018
Edited on May 2, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND no 740,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/2/2020.
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Beata Agustin
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