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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