23 Dec 2010 @ 4:25 PM 

“So, we thank God for his son, the birth of our Christ, who in his death made a sacrifice. Thus brings the age of grace for one and all, from young to old, from big to small. Whatever you’ve done, regrets you may hold, unforgiveness you carry, or hearts gone cold. The anger or bitterness, you have yet to let go, God’s son can come in and melt it like snow. It’s never too late, to open the door, and let him come in, to worry no more. To have him as comfort, to not be alone, and then to be with him, when we get to go home.”

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Posted By: James
Last Edit: 19 Aug 2012 @ 02:15 PM

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