Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea.
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I am,
King of glory and of grace,
One in Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!

Played another game of mafia last night. Once the murderer strikes you from the back. You are suppose to freeze in your death pose until the cops is alerted about your death. Then He does the accusation. Awesome. Then I had a walk with Miss Ravena back to her apartment. Its a good place to have your retirement at man.. But I dont think so she will be retiring anytime soon. Praise Jesus!