Cynthia BuhainBaello (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)
At first it made me laugh to read about it
That robbers threw away the cloth, 'It's worthless! '
But in my mind I hope they have been converted
And they now knew which Blood can truly 'save us.'
How foolishly men's doctrines have blinded so many-
Giving worth to the things that can never save!
For only the Blood of Christ shed in Calvary
Is the Price for Salvation that our LORD Jesus gave.
Worthless indeed, these are mere deceptions!
None but the Lamb of God deserve our honor,
Every knee shall bow, tongues confess adoration
To Jesus alone, Son of God, our Redeemer!
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.02.14
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