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Living Canvas


Chosen, to be a living canvas,

Blood stained, and tattered,

Painted with earth shaking victories,

And of a people humiliated and shattered;

A message drenched in lives and blood,

Of life beyond the grave, and redemption;

Causing stumble and offence,

or revealing freedom and salvation.

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