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Death

O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin, And from sin I’ve been set free! Grave, you will not win in the end, Though I am buried and covered from sight. Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ, I shall awaken and come forth to new life.

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Date: 9/12/2022 10:47:00 AM

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Reason A. Poteet

Date: 7/30/2016 2:05:00 PM

Without faith in Jesus Christ, physical death and the grave is the last step before an eternity of hell. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on resurrection through Jesus Christ to a life in the New Jerusalem.

Betty Harp Butler
Date: 7/30/2016 2:11:00 PM

Thank you Reason.