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With even our fists
in His face,
And our spit
on the ground,
Hanging from a cursed tree,
Jesus opened wide
His trembling arms,
and loved us anyway,
to death, to set us free
To love the same,
naked and unashamed,
even the worst ourselves,
Don't you see?
This is grace.
Genesis 2:25
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