8.6.8.6.
Could I but earn my Savior's love
by striving to repay?
Could I preserve eternal robes
so well His favor swayed?
My inner lot shall not redeem
Salvation's costly gain.
Nor will I buy the right man's eye
For holiness to feign.
I can't dismiss my ransom paid,
Eternal Son came down.
His flesh for mine, perfection slain,
My guilt in Him atoned.
(c) 2010 by Kendra Hinkle.
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