Because He suffered the whiplashes
The scourges on my back don’t bite,
Because he was nailed to the tree
The life’s nails have become slight.
The wound in my chest gains power
‘cause a spear pierced his loving side,
His sacrifice on the hill redeemed me
I live because for me he willingly died!
Xavier Bage
Sunday, October 21, 2018
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