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A poem about the Resurrected King...

The One who knew no sin
knew me before the womb.
He made me,
and by giving His life,
He made a way
for me to live.
He is the Way
for me to live—
to live eternally
and abundantly.
He is Love—
Love perfected,
Love personified.
How do I know?
I have gotten to know Him.
I know Him as Savior,
as Friend,
as Lord,
as King.
I know Him as Way
and Waymaker.
The One who makes dead things
come to life,
and makes the impossible, possible
made me.
The One who knows me by name
paid it all.
He gave His life,
and that costed Him everything.
What He gave me
costed much more
than I could ever give.
So why wouldn’t I give Him my everything?
I live to know Him.
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