Mar. 20, 2008 - Worship

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And when I think,

That God, His Son not sparing,

Send Him to Die,

I scarce can take it in.

That on the Cross,

My burden gladly bearing,

He bled and died,

To take away my sin.

Then sings my soul,

My Saviour, God to Thee:

How Great Thou Art.

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Jesus, there is nothing I can offer to you that even remotely compares with what You did for me two thousands years ago on that cross.  Words cannot contain the extent of your grace and mercy to one so completely undeserving.   I love you, King Jesus.  Come soon.