Poems and Such
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There upon Mount Calvary on a rugged tree Hung the spotless Lamb of God dying there for me As I gazed upon Him and heard His cries of pain I knew that I was guilty and hung my head in shame With thoughts of my transgressions I let out a mournful sigh But then I
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Grace for my sin, and grace for my shame Grace for my suffering, and grace for my pain Grace for each moment of every day Grace for a guide along the narrow way Grace from the start and grace to the end Grace is my eternal and truest friend
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When I am weary with faith so frail When Satan’s arrows against me rail When my battled heart is broken, lost unsure of what to do Then I remember Christ was weary, broken, tempted too When I am lonely and filled with dread When doubting thoughts cloud my head When my battled heart is broken,
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