Clutching You to my heart,
My sins before me,
I make Your Death,
My dying,
And find my life.
You give Yourself to me.
You give Yourself for me.
I hold Your cold,
Your bruised and bloodless Body
As I pray.
Wiping the spittle from Your Face,
I behold the Man,
My sins before me always,
I embrace Your Words.
“Father forgive.”
Copyright 2016 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 
Powerful words written. Beautiful artwork and words, written with skill of the ancient writers. When we fall, our final fall. We seek some sort of redemption.
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Thank you. I try to practice the Presence and remember to ask for mercy over merit.
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You are welcome and I love your work.
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