In how many ways can we show the love we have for Christ?
We hug a friend, comfort family, say words that sound nice.

We receive so many blessings that we hold as ornaments in life,
But we duplicate God's love for us when we experience sacrifice.

Sacrifice is not giving up pleasure to surpass conflict within ourselves.
It's doing without personal gain for the need of someone else.

God, I know has always been and will forever be.
Although He has left this earth, He lives here forever in you and me.

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