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A few thousand years ago.. Mighty Saviour took on flesh and died on the cross. I did not witness it, but by faith I believed and learnt to treasure that truth in my heart. It is sweeter as the years go by. It is the only love song worth singing continuously, the only 'drama' worth replaying over and over in my mind. The source of greatest strength in my weakest hour and the never-ceasing fountain and sea of love which washes me over and over.