Without a fault but made a flaw
That all may be flawless and faultless
Before God almighty.
Without a sin but made a sinner,
He Himself became sin that
All man may be perfect, without blemish.
He was a faultless man, made to be a flaw,
For our justification, our redemption,
Our ransom and remission,
The price paid for our transgression,
The reason for our transmission
From the kingdom of darkness into the light, so marvellous.
How blood purifies filth, I know not,
But His blood made me white as snow.
How death brings life, I understand not,
But His crucifixion, death and burial
Alongside his resurrection, brought me life,
I'm glad I no longer have to point a knife to a helpless animal.
For the payment of my ransom,
The ransom for my sins, very expensive,
But given to me free of charge.
Judge me not, there is no more charges against me in court,
The veil torn, my entrance to the most holy court,
This is the victory I have received.
Therefore can I come out and flaunt
And boast that I am not flaw,
Neither am I with fault.
Once was I, born in sin,
But now made in Christ,
My victory in which I overcome the world.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.