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 1/10/2022

What the price of my soul?

What the price of my soul

More than the price of life

The price to again be whole

Overcoming all my strife


What the price for who I am

More than I can ever count


What the price that I shall be

And that I can again become

What God wants me to be

The price makes be dumb


What the price for who I am

More than I can ever count


The price stands before me

No, I cannot look away

One so lovely on a tree

Suffering for my price to pay


What the price for who I am

More than I can ever count


Blood flowing from His brokenness

Pain flowing from His eyes

Falling down I must confess

My sin even as He dies


What the price for who I am

More than I can ever count


A Darkness hides the sight

The darkness fleeing my heart

As He makes me so very right

Of His suffering I am a part


What the price for who I am

More than I can ever count


The earth trembles neath my feet

As God stabilizes my soul

My fear of God to ever meet

Down from me does roll


What the price for who I am

More than I can ever count


What price to pay for my soul

God Paid His only Son

Can I give God the control

Of the life which He won

This is a combination of my Hope and Grace Journals.

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