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Created on: September 22, 2008 Last Updated: January 08, 2012
I want to kiss the scars on Jesus' feet,
Those scars show us the most blessed event in all of human history,
They are his badge of courage and strength,
Yet the Greatest of these were his Love for us, as they bore deep
The Firstborn of many brethen, did not sell his birthright,
He didn't try to save his own life, yet in the most humble submission,
He gave his life, so that we could receive the Great commission,
In HONOR of what those scars,
Let me ask you,
Do you know Christ,
If not reach up with your heart and take his hands, feel the Scars,
Ask him forgiveness of all your sins, interwoven in those scars is all of your wrongs,
Scars that say I love you, I'll be closer than a brother or friend,
While your upon the bended knees of your heart,
Tell Yahushua, use his Hebrew Name, you know, he died and rose again, to pay the penality for your sins,
Ask him to dwell within, written the words of our Father upon your heart, leaving signmarkers so you'll never get lost again,
With this prayer the scars of the world won't leave its mark upon, you may be healed!
Then you'll know with an understanding that surpasses all understanding,
Life is Eternally yours,
ALL because of these scars upon this man name Yahushua, who gave his life in the place of yours, to atone to the Father of all your wrongs,
No greater love one has for another that he would lay down his life to save yours!
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