“He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.”
1 PETER 2:24
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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