Poetry Reflections
I like new things
And comfortably old
In Christ I am made new
As I rest in the comforting embrace
Of His worn, loved bruised arms.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. —Isaiah 53:5 KJV
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