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From the Dead

People were dumb like cake made from fruit When Jesus they wanted to persecute Ad hang Him on a cross until He died Always having an excuse and alibied. Why would people ever want to insult Jesus by saying it wasn't their fault Then look out of their window sill And see Him dying high on a hill. Number on him came to a total of three Friend of Jesus one wanted to be Talked to Jesus and was pleasant and nice Then said, "You will be with me in paradise." According to the very latest crave Which was being buried in a cave Out of respect to what had been done Was so dark and couldn't see the sun. Up to see His Father Jesus then went And God understood what Jesus meant When He stood up and finally said Thank You for raising me from the dead. jthorn5656@atmc.net

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