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Petals Of Red

The beauty of the red petals.
Thorns on the rose stem.
His blood was shed.
A crown of thorns,
placed upon His head.
He died, died for you and me.
He didn’t give it another thought,
as He was placed on that cross.
The most I could do,
is glorify Him.

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