By Henry Thompson
I didn’t know what love was, until I seen his cross covered with his blood. He came to save men and not to judge. Although that is what we deserve because we didn’t worship God as the Creator. Instead we made idols to serve. But that just didn’t work. So we were left empty, broken and hurt, trapped underneath this curse of idolatry. Until Christ became a curse up on that tree, like Paul said in Galatians 3:13. Now I see how I was tryna do all these things to create my own righteousness and purity. Instead of trusting in the righteousness Christ secured for me. And now I finally realize that I am fully justified by his perfect life and sacrifice, when he was crucified. Because the wrath of God was fully satisfied.
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