Princess of Christ!


Princess of Christ! 
-poem by Deial Johnson
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I am a child of Jesus Christ-
I’m neither afraid nor ashamed;
To give his gift of life to all
From heaven to earth he came.

He died for me on Calvary’s cross, and saved me from my sins,
And even when he died on the cross, it is he who still wins.

Death could only bind him, two days and two nights
And rising again the third day, he made my burden light!

Through this great master plan, I have received redemption,
And therefore I believe in Jesus Christ, the finisher and author of salvation.

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