Thank God for that cross,
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
Thank God for that cross,
Thank God you took my sins,
Or I would have perished just like a bin,
My chances of life were thin.
Unworthy, unworthy, unworthy,
Unworthy my soul doth cry,
He all my sin's doth wipe,
I on his love I do abide.
He forgives me before I can cry,
His blood my sins doth hide,
Washing me clean,
Hearing my cry.
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