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—The Hymn of Angels—

The Son who endured unbearable mockery and hardship to perfect 
the Heavenly Father’s command is gone; the Man who gave His everything 
to the neighbors to save the helpless wandering souls is gone; the Son of God Jesus’ soul, now, is gone to the graveyard beyond, where all souls go and rest someday. The Lord our Savior’s spirit, now, is gone to behind the tombstone where all spirits go and rest in peace someday

The Man who: called His Father when in pain; looked upon heaven above when lonely; moderated high winds when in agony; calmed huge seas when in anger; brought a seed of hope to this hopeless world and sowed it in this barren soil to grow and bring sweet fruits to every hungry soul,,is gone to the other side of the setting sun carrying our troubled heart; is gone to the other side of the reality with the tormenting cross, the cross, that is, we, the sinners to carry, on His back

The life was rather short compared to the cruel and miserable fate of His, and though He closed His tearful eyes calmly on the cross at Calvary, the death couldn’t end Him because He is the never ending hope, the everlasting life

The life rather shorter compare to His long and trying days, and the painful journey is though sunk in darkness, it couldn’t hide Him because He is the origin of light, the glorious Son of God the Logos of universe

For the Lord had laid His head down, let the darkness rule this calamitous world 
for a moment. While the Lord rests in peace, let tears become a running river and rush into the great sea; till this world is healed and we hear His tender gentle caring voice in our ears again and echoes in the air to every creature on the earth to hear, why not let the grieves and sighs cover the face of this troubled earth.

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