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Easter In the Time of Corona Covid19

This singularity, pandemic at Easter, global difference
How singular that every nation is "shutting down,"
Each country reduces travel and trade. Unthinkable before Corona!

CHRIST Jesus, how could I ever honor YOU even now!
Rose up early, 2am, said a prayer, now this poem to my God
O LORD forgive my unworthy ways to share Thy WORD
Sharing testimony of WHO you are, is said to be one way
Sad to say, I can't tell my family, "Idols and idle words are dead"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Proxenos Avatar
April 10, 2020 at 2:41 PM
Yes, no church, no painting red eggs, no family on Easter Day, but we still have our health Anil - praise God! Blessings, Jennifer.
Deo Avatar
April 10, 2020 at 8:51 PM
yes my dear Sister (I am so sad to hear You were hijacked in sunny South Africa. Our Madiba's rainbow nation. But U are a real asset to our nation. Yet you RISE!)
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