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12 Apr 2020 4 Comments
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a poem in my pocket
Apr 20, 2020 @ 12:41:14
in the morning dawn the Son rose
Apr 12, 2020 @ 09:07:36
He does.
Apr 12, 2020 @ 08:15:43
Death could not long within its clasp confine
The glorious Man who is the Prince of Life;
The Righteous One by His inherent right
Stopped and rolled back the ever-conquering tide;
The Father’s glory in its exultant might
Raised Him who is the Father’s chief delight.
Apr 13, 2020 @ 07:30:19
Amen! Well-penned, David 🙂