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The Ultimate Cost

The ultimate cost Three days after his crucifixion at Calvary A woman went to visit and what did she see. The bolder was moved and the tomb empty Jesus died and rose for you and me. The true meaning has been lost For the man who paid the ultimate cost. He died for our sins, then rose from the dead we should be drinking wine and breaking bread. We all have our faith and different ways Of celebrating this man who deserves our praise. So while you are at church or hunting eggs outdoors Take a minute to remember the man who gave his life for yours. Written by Nancy stoy 4/19/14

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Date: 11/7/2014 10:40:00 AM
That was such a lovely poem, thanks!
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