Date Poem: Sunday, June Seventeenth, Two Thousand And Eighteen

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@xstitcher (30302)
Petaluma, California
June 18, 2018 12:03am CST
Spit on, mocked, ridiculed; Jesus took it all that we would be Saved from our sin. Much of The world still spits on Jesus, much To the detriment of their own souls; And it will be truly tragic for them to spend Eternity out of His presence. © Stacey Uffelman 6-17-18
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@franxav (13603)
• India
18 Jun 18
We, who call ourselves Christians, also spit on him even now.
@Jessabuma (31700)
• Baguio, Philippines
18 Jun 18
Wow! I love the message of this poem. Thanks for sharing