There I was on death row Guilty in the first degree Son of God hanging on a hill Hell was my destinyThe crowd was shouting crucify Could’ve come from these lips of mine The dirty shame was killing me It would take a miracle to wash me clean Then I read the red letters Felt like lightning hit my veins When I read the red letters For God so loved the whole wide world Thank You, God, for red letters |
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WBGL is looking for our next full-time Office Coordinator. This person will serve as first point of contact for guests, visitors, and friends of WBGL and process office tasks to help maintain efficiency at the station, as well as well as coordinating our beloved team of volunteers.