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As I Touched Your Scars When desperate, tired and wounded I raised my hands towards heaven You said, “Come to Me and believe” As I touched Your scars, I was healed You took the curse, the heavy cross Suffered and died but then You rose Your love triumphed beyond the grave As I touched Your scars, I was saved God is with me, Emmanuel Keeper of my soul, bounteous well From the chains of hell, sinful deeds As I touched Your scars, I was freed |
Additional Notes:
"He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed."
1 Peter 2:24
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