It came at once in truth and light
And many feared its power
A babe wrapped up in swaddling clothes
It came at the midnight hour
It grew up right in its father's house
always knowing its final fate
to die on a cross for all to save
full of love and not of hate
And when it died on that wicked tree
it did not die and go away
it rolled the stone away of its own power
and rose on the third day
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Author:
God\'s Child (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Religion
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