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"God filled me up, but only to be poured out. Strange how God works. He sent a King, but only to be a servant. He gave Him flesh, but only so it could be pierced. He gave Him blood, but only so it could be spilled. He gave Him life, but only so we could give Him death. He died, but only to rise again. He saw we were imperfect, so He took the blame. He sees us now, His Son smiles back. Strange how God works." |
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