His flesh was torn, hanging piece by piece - His body pierced Falling, rolling, dripping down His brow - tears, sweat, and blood Fixed are His eyes on my very being - piercing my soul Broken and convicted, I fall down - face down in dirt I taste the filthiness of my sin - it suffocates me The gagging impedes my speech, silence - I am liable A thunderous voice breaks the darkness - IT IS FINISHED! The veil is torn from top to bottom - His presence mine His worthiness pulls me from the dirt - His righteousness mine Forever marked by devastating stripes - His healing mine
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