Make it Count

Location

Hope.

Without hope 

I'm Trapped.

And my Escape?

Words.

Let the deep passion of,

YOU.

Know that He is the,

ONLY way out,

Spreading the Love of God with the Words 

I WRITE.

This chance I have been given, is only available 

ONCE.

And I am going to make it

Count,

Jesuse came and died

For me,

My unholy flesh, 

My Sights have been set,

on ONE

the ALL MIGHTY KING

who loved YOU so much

HE sent his SON

to DIE on a TREE,

so that WE 

could join Him

in ETERNITY.

He died and rose again

To show

death is not the end.

It doesn't matter what you have

Done

or where you have 

Been

Because you are

LOVED 

Doesn't matter the 

sin.

His glory and underserved grace,

Jesus I thank you,

For Dying in my place. 

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