Tag: good friday poem
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Short Poem About Jesus For Good Friday
When my soul was held in the grips of agony, I cried out to the Lord and asked if He knew my sufferings. “My child, I don’t just know of your sufferings. They have been driven through my hands, hammered through my feet, jabbed through my side, and injected into my brow. ” The Cross…
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