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The Cross and The Miracle the crowd had grown in number waiting for the Easter sun darkness still was all around as they came one by one the cross had been assembled as in days of long ago the people waited for the dawn to see the cross aglow the minister was telling of Jesus, the son of God how He'd taught and preached as on this earth He trod he told of His healing power how He made the blind to see of how His love and death bought salvation pure and free he told how men had plotted to take Christ's life in scorn not knowing they were finishing the plan that God had formed the gathering looked up to see the cross they'd made with care and tears spilled down their cheeks as they envisioned Jesus hanging there the Holy Spirit filled that gathering on that special Easter Day and the rising of the dawning sun cast a perfect glowing ray the cross cast a winged shadow with the figure of a man but, no one hung upon the cross this they could not understand the cross was only wood you know and empty to the eye but the shadow had unfolded a man hanging there to die A hush fell on the crowd as they fell to their knees in prayer yes, there was the figure of a man although the cross was bare the cross was not the miracle that saved this world from sin it was our dear Savior hanging there who died and rose again © 1974 Donna Friedrichs |
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