Jesus paid it all. All to Him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
This one happens to fall on Easter this year. So good. Jesus paid it all. We can add nothing to what He's done. All our righteousness is as filthy rags. Oh but His righteousness that He clothes us with, that allows us access to the very throne of God. We have been bought for a price. He paid with His very life, His blood. For the joy set before Him. We are His joy. We belong to Him.
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