This time
though others might say the sin is against me
I choose no offense
Birthed in hate, it is against another
A far more precious one
Let us mourn for sin in myself and others
I am no innocent
Today I know something others debate
Our precious Jesus descended to hell
He knew no sin; he BECAME SIN for us
Separated from his self
Thereby his own 'deeper magic'
We can option freedom
For this, Christ's blood was spilt
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