The Resurrection
For those that read this.all goes to my Grandfather,whom wrote most.
The reson I get to write is because he knew what I Didn't.......R.I.P.With Love,Doc
''We talk of how the Lord did come
In form Abram's seed
Of miracles that He performed
His care for human need
Of those He healed and those He fed
Compassion in His heart
The inspired record given to us
Is really just a part
We read of how He gave His life
Upon Calvary's cruel tree
To pay the sin debt of us all
And made salvation free
But all of this is as a myth,The church its doors should close
No truth exists,no eternal life,except life,Except Jesus Christ arose
-But praise the Lord,the Holy book,Records this glorious fact
Death could not hold the Son of God,Nor sepulcher stone hold back
Therefore the power of endless life,The Son of God does hold
And this our hope by faith in Him,the story shall never grow old
Oh grave where is your victory
Oh death where is your sting
Death is swallowed in the victory
Of Jesus Christ our King
He is the resurrection and life of all who believe in Him
All earthly values that man holds dear
In light of all this truth grows dim
He arose and we shall rise
From graves wherever they may be
Or if alive when Jesus comes
From death forever free!''
Stafford D.Bankson
and his Thankful Grandson
Jai''Doc''B
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