The Gospel Truth
Welcome ye, who come to worship
And to recognize His Lordship
He spilled His blood for us to cleanse
And to provide our recompense
The futile grave gave up her dead
It was just as the prophets said
He arose when three days passed
Emmanuel had come at last
With grateful hearts we recall, thus
Now, Lord, please bless and forgive us
Inspired by Brian Strand's contest, An Easter Epistle.
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