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“Easter morn rose grey with fog”- A Poem for Easter Sunday, 2018

Easter morn rose grey with fog -anticipation hid- No dawn’s light to testify to what the Savior did. . Still we know and sing aloud of the Risen Son And yet the part that strikes me most was that on Friday done. . Rising up is natural; the sun never stays down. What is more… Continue reading
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