Wednesday, 29 February 2012

I thought it all I lost

I thought it all I lost once won

by grace and now lost by works I done.

O finished in despair I cried

Finished finished finished I am.

Then remembered I on a rainy day

that once the sorrowful man once avowed   

'It is finished', no more merits may be add.

It is done, no more sinners may cry!


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