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The World As It Is

Jesus died that we might live and how do we repay? Cheating, stealing, cursing His name it gets worse every day. His blood was shed, great pain He bore as He hung up on the cross. Ten thousand angels bowed their heads and satan thought he was boss. Laid into a borrowed tomb His body ripped and torn. His disciples scattered everywhere all sad and so forlorn. But on the third day as the sun arose the stone was found rolled away. Jesus triumped over death and sin to show us all The Way.

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Date: 3/2/2012 1:00:00 AM
Wonderfully written Lary very heartfelt, Blessings, bren : )
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