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And love died for you on that Cross. buried and rose on the third day for you. resurrected from that ancient tomb. that you may be made whole again. And love says, I've never stopped loving you even on the days you doubt me. run astray. my arms are always wide opened in the same way they pieced my hands and feet on that Cross. you can always run back to the Cross. find me there waiting for you. my cup never runs dry. come my children that you may be filled forever.