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Made Precious Silver

by Raydene Nash

Give so it may be given unto you,
The measure that you give is what you’ll get.
Tamped down and pressed together it is true,
With favor, a just weight you won’t regret.
Approaching God, I’ve nothing of my own
Except a will that’s free to accept Him.
My Savior’s gifts are not to me a loan,
They are much more than baubles with their trim.
Aside the Son of Man His glory laid,
According to His riches my soul lives.
By God’s own Son is intercession made
For me to God the Father who forgives.
Jesus paid for my sins fully on the cross,
I’m made precious silver, purified from dross.

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