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Golgatha By Chris Thorns formed His crown, nails pierced His hands, many wept, others scoffed, some didn't understand. Love and sorrow flowed from that rugged tree; the devil faced defeat, but for us was victory! Like a lamb to the slaughter Jesus paid our penalty; when He shed His blood on that old rugged tree. It was finished at Golgatha our salvation was sealed; Jesus overcame sin and death and by His stripes we're healed. Tho wickedness will increase God's grace shall more abound; on Christ the solid rock is where I can be found! |
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