On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross..
The emblem of suffering and shame.
And I love that old Cross where the Dearest and Best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Got some full deadness and a tomb ya need out of? I know an Expert to help with those kinda issues. He came out of that hole in the ground, got unwrapped into full freedom. He's alive, loves you, has a good good plan. Yep, and I was raised in a dead church that wanted me to trust that church, but it didn't help me get free from all my extreme partying and destructive habits. Come as ya are with a willingness to be transformed from the inside out. Yep, as you currently are to Jesus Christ.
"Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
"God did not send his Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it." John 3:17 KurtwVs.medium.com