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• TITLE: Because of Sin | Previous Challenge Entry
  By Deborah Ann Belka
  08/04/08
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There on the hill side
Raised high up in the air
Lord, my sweet Jesus
My sins . . . you did bare

A crown made of thorns
Pierced into your head
Lord, my sweet Jesus
For my sins . . . you had bled

Nails forced in and through
Your hands and your feet
Lord, my sweet Jesus
My sins . . . you had to defeat

There on the ridge
Thirsty and tired
Lord, my sweet Jesus
For my sins . . . your life was required

Surrounded by sinners
You were treated like a common thief
Lord, my sweet Jesus
My sin . . . causes me great grief

In the midst of your agony
You called out to God
Lord, my sweet Jesus
For my sins . . . He gave you the final nod

Arms spanning the cross
Stretched out far and wide
Lord, my sweet Jesus
Because of sin . . . you had to die

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