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Feb 14

His knife in hand, good Abraham,
His son with him so nice and calm.
Just ere he dashed the boy to slay,
His Lord a ram asked to convey.
He felt so pleased and it he slew
And his son to his chest he drew.

When Cain killed Abel, *** was cross
For hatred and for that great loss.
He took poor Abel by the hand,
To dwell in heaven strong and glad.

When death got free to **** the throng,
*** felt so sad and found that wrong.
He took and still takes all the dead
To live in heaven pleased and sound.

The Lord is *** of life and love.
He wants His children to survive.
When death attacks, He takes them all
To live with Him in heart and soul.

Written by
Joseph Zenieh
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