Not Just For A Day
Can you imagine the weight of Christ's Love? To endure that disgrace, just to put us above, our own self infliction, to wrongful addiction, to things we put higher than his loving embrace, His love that we waste, is our biggest disgrace . When we should be calling on him and obey, we think we have fallen from his grace, and we say. On Sunday I'll ask your forgiveness, Oh Lord for these days that are left in the week, I've ignored, to call out your name and believe with same trust, that I have on Monday with spirit robust.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli