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by Brother Jacob © 2021

Without Your stripes, there would be no healing.
A bloody thrashing, but You were willing.

Without Your blood, there would be no cleansing.
Only filth, never-ending.

Without Your death, there would be no life.
There would be no peace, for our strife.

Without You rising once again.
We'd have no forgiveness of our sin.

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