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Aug 2020
From the last supper eaten with the twelve,
To His ascension into highest Heaven,
The Son of Man endured, and drank His cup,
Obeyed the higher will of Father God.
And the one man that ever was truly guiltless
Submitted to a trial by the law;
And guilty found, He spilled His spotless blood
For me and mine and every one of us.
Thanks be to God for His great sacrifice.
Thanks be to God for His longsuffering.
Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift.
Thanks be to God who gives us victory.
In trying times, may always I remember:
Golgotha proves the road to Paradise.
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The Poet's Progress
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