A poem about freedom found in God’s love.
Freedom is found in your love
Your death on the cross was not in vain
It was the perfect source of life
Symbolized by your pain
It was the cost you paid
On that hill so long ago
Each nail that was driven
Pain we would not undergo
You resurrected to our Father
Left our sins dead in the tomb
You wipe away all our tears
With more love than we can consume
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