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Night_Shade
 3w ago
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“The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.” ‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭9:2‬ ‭ Today is the day we celebrate the great light. He came down to the creatures He made, let them torture, hate and murder Him because He loved us! He gave his life so we wouldn’t have to pay for our crimes! What love is this? Imagine making a beautiful creation and giving them everything, just for them to turn around and hate you with a viscous hatred. What love is this?
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