He suffered in agony, torture, and pain.
With that torment and misery we were saved.
We are not deserving and yet His love is still here.
He grants me with eternal life, but what do I have to give to Him?
I strive to be like Him, but His perfection is out of my reach.
Knowing that I am His and He is mine brings me joy and hope.
I want to spread the love and grace He has shown me.
To give peace and tell the world how much He loves us.
He will mend our broken hearts.
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PoetryA collection of stories, and poems that I have written in the past or have recently written. Copy Rights to @daretodream_98
