So thankful for that beautiful cross that Christ died on for my sins. I am nothing without Him.
Sometimes I think it's nice to have a personal communion with Him...just to let Him know that it isn't just in service that we remember what He did for us. He didn't have to...but He did anyway because He loves us.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame,
And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners was slain,
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Til my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.
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