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THANK YOU FOR THE CROSS


Thank you Lord for the Cross
It was the Cross that absorbed my sins
When my life was dark and gross
It was your Cross that saved me

Thank you Lord for the Blood
It was your Blood that washed my sins
When my heart was united with the world
It was your Blood that cleansed me

Thank you Lord for the Stripes
It was the Stripes that erased my diseases
When my health was challenged with sickness
It was your Stripes that healed me



Thank you Lord for Your Death
It was Your Death that gave me life
When my days were judged on earth
It was your Death that rescued me

I can't just Thank you enough
Imela
Nagode
Ese
Thanku
Migrow
Thousand Tongues and Languages no fit reach!

It's because of your Cross that I can live
It's because of your Cross that I can move
It's because of your Cross that I have my being
It's because of your Cross that I can hope

You lived and died for me
You resurrected from the grave for me
You are currently interceding for me
You will come back again for me

Thank you for the Cross!
Thank you for all the souls that came to the Cross this Easter!
Thank you for all the Believers that rededicated their life to the Cross this Easter!
Thank you for the Cross!

Let your Blood speak for us this week!
Let the Cross defend us this week!
We cover our movement with your Blood
We hide ourselves behind your Cross.

It is well with us
It is well with all that concerns us
It is well to all that relates to us
It is well with all that is around us

Because of the Cross it is well with our Soul
Because of the Cross it is well with our Nation
Because of the Cross it is well with our handwork'
Because of the Cross it is well with everything that needs to be well

Thank You for the Cross.
Receive all Thanksgiving this day and bless us this week.

Thank you Lord Jesus for the Cross.

AMEN!

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