| Jesus Had Risen |
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I dreamed that I was standing, On Golgotha, in the garden. I was looking there for Jesus. I needed to ask for his pardon. Didn't they say he was buried here, That they wrapped him in linen and spice? I was weeping as I wandered Through the garden; not once, but twice. It was then that I saw the angel, Who beckoned for me to follow: Guiding me to my Saviour's grave, Where it stood; empty and hollow. "Why do you weep?," he asked me. "For, you seek the one that lives; The one that arose on Easter day, Yet died for the pardon he gives." I awoke and I saw the feather And I knew my dream was real. Jesus had risen, one Easter, And helped my heart to heal. John 19:17, 41 |
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