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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