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Covered and Free

by Clinton Herring © 2022

Conscious of my sin - it's true.
The mind is blind though I can see.
It seems in life I had no clue.
Blind to truth of "Who are we?"

Real Truth did come, a babe to be.
No kingly robe He wore that day.
Born a babe in a manger was He.
As now He lay His head on hay.

He walked a lonely road to fate
and paid the price for all our sin.
He gave His life on a certain date.
and won back some to be His kin.

He rose from death that could not hold.
His blood now shed for many to free.
He tossed away sin's gruesome load.
Christ, my Lord, then came to me.

He opened my mind that I might know.
His mercy, His truth, His love for me.
He poured on grace from head to toe.
His blood now covers and sets me free.

This poem was a finalist in the June 2022 poetry contest

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