White As Snow

White As Snow short poem

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Today, if you will hear My voice, and harden not your heart,
Then of Me, And My Kingdom, You shall have a part.
Behold, I stand at your door and knock, whomsoever lets me in,
I shall Heal them, and cleanse them, of all their sin.
They shall be My Children, and I shall lead their way,
And with Me forever, shall they stay.
For those who endure, unto the end, the same shall be saved,
My Words, will be in their hearts, forever engraved.
My Love, and My Grace, shall be upon them, and they shall be in Me,
Washed in My Blood, White as snow; living in My Victory!

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