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Your eyes burn with tears as much as the knife that you used to slit and cut yourself from life
Do you feel the hate spilled like blood?
Stop.
That’s been done before.
On a cross on Calvary one man stood before all
And told the world that he would do it for you
No blame, no blood, no self-worth left to be lost
Because when he said it is finished He meant it for you
Not for the people who call themselves righteous and true
He came for the broken to steal this lifelessness away
He died and rose and snatched the knife away
You’re worth it; you're precious in His sight. Never lose that part of Him in Your Life!



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