The I.AM

I am serving the I.AM, He who made me to be who I am, called me to be according to His sovereign plan. He knew I was dead in my sins, there was no hope for me, a fallen man. I am Undeserving, so unworthy.. all I've been earning is the wrath of Him. But instead He choose me, yes He showed me where life begins. I'm redeemed, yes I'm forgiven.. of the blood I've been spillen now it's clean from my wretched hands. He took the wrath upon Himself that was rightly due to me, look at the nails pierced through His hands, look at what He went through for me.

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