RESURRECTION

I stood and weptAnd sorrowing viewed the scene:Man fallen,Caught in the maelstrom of earth's woe,Sick, sinful, tired.Bowing lowAnd ever drawing near the tomb.ThenOut of the gloom one wordSpoken.And turning, like Mary of long agoI knew Christ risen;Man unbound by tomb,Not sick, but whole,The son of God,Perfect throughout eternity.

Florence Patterson

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THE HARVEST OF TRUTH
November 22, 1952
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