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| Pick up your cross God woke me up 3am for this poem I was not saved then but now to God be the glory. I met this man the other day and this is what He had to say, put up your cross and follow me because I am the the answer you see. The nail print that are in my hands I came to make you a new man. The stain of blood is not for fun, look up and see my son, He died for you to be free, now take my hand and follow me. (c) Ella Currence |
Ella Currence