
Oh, Jesus, I see you. I am near. A face in the crowd. I see your aching eyes. I see what’s left of your precious body clinging to that horrid cross. I’ve been a witness all day. Your death is … Continue reading
Oh, Jesus, I see you. I am near. A face in the crowd. I see your aching eyes. I see what’s left of your precious body clinging to that horrid cross. I’ve been a witness all day. Your death is … Continue reading
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