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The Palms of His Love From His hands and feet Flowed cleansing blood That drowned my sin Beneath its flood. Its crimson flow And the power thereof Captured my soul In the palms of His love! The price was high; It was costly shed. It was freely poured out In my selfish stead. The penalty was paid, Now written above. The proof? The scars In the palms of His love! Harold Johnson Dodge City Prison, Chester, GA 30 | Loaves & Fishes • Issue 32


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