Dec 13, 2004 17:51
sweaters from the thrief store,
reunited with an old friend,
windows down,
hair blows with the wind,
seeing God's beauty that not many see,
knowing he died,
He died for me.
We killed Christ, our impurity made him come and make the ultimate sacrifice, for this we live and i am eternally grateful
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God Bless <><
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