On that cross He hung
He wasn’t alone.
For my guilt, my shame, my sin
Hung with Him
The nails driven through His flesh
The blood dripping down His holy skin
Breathing out His last
So that I could breathe in a life of freedom
Foolishly men thought death and a stone could hold Him back
The weight of the entire world couldn’t hold Him down
He arose
As the cross carried my sin
The stone carried my pride
As it shifted on the earth
He walked away from His burial
No longer would I be alone
The Spirit now walking with me
Living in me
The stone rolled away
Powerful
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Wow
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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