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The prophets wrote about His day,
announced to all He was the Way. He healed the sick and helped the poor; the Word in flesh became the door. The Lord had come with saving grace to pay for sins and take our place. A cross was made to kill the Son, Emmanuel, the Holy one. The darkness came, the light was dim; the wrath of God was laid on Him. They gave the Lord a borrowed tomb; disciples felt impending doom. Three days and nights His life withdrawn; the stone was moved, His body gone. Messiah rose and broke the chains to free the souls - and now He reigns.
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