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| That First Easter I know a man called Jesus, Who from His grave arose, On that first Easter morning To vindicate our souls. He bore the cross of Calvary And shed His blood for you and me. He paid a debt He didn't owe, As through His blood forgiveness flowed. Then, from His crucifixion, Our eternal life was formed And, through His resurrection, That first precious Easter born. � 2003 by Vickie Lambdin [email protected] http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/lambdin/home.html http://www.angelfire.com/nc2/treasuredthoughts/PoetryVickie.html He is not here, but, is risen, Remember how He spake unto you, when He was yet in Galilee, Saying, The Son of Man Must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, And be Crucified, and in the third day rise again. Luke 24: 6-7 |