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He Is Alive

Mary went to tend her Master very early on the day. But when she came before the tomb the stone was rolled away. "They have taken away my Master," Mary cried with bitter tears/ "Where have they taken my Dear Lord?" Her voice rang out with fear' "His tomb is open, empty! Just His burial cloth remains." She knew not where he Master was and it filled her heart with pain. Then an Angel of the Lord came forth and asked,"Why do you cry?" "Your Master's risen from the dead. The Savior is alive!"

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