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Fit for God

When I bleed, my clothes are stained,
A chore to get them clean;
By the blood of Christ, pardon’s obtained,
A purification sublime.

The soul is soiled and ruined by sin,
No longer fit for God;
But by the death of his dear Son
Complete forgiveness flowed.

One of God's little ones living in Brazil since 1984. Main blog is a must-visit.

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