Easter

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After much debate about whether or not I should put up something even though I couldn't quite get the words for a poem I finally decide to just say, I'm grateful that God loved me enough to send His son to die for me and that He loved me even more to let him rise again to show that I have been set free from all things because my God is powerful enough to raise the dead. I know that I am His because He is alive.



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