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In a cave so cold,
Wrapped in a garment of death.
After three days He arose,
With eternal breath.
A prophecy now fulfilled,
The stories soon began.
Of how Jesus truly was,
The Holy Son of Man.
Within your heart on this day,
Is there a place for Christ to room?
Will you choose the warmth of His love?
Or, the chill of the tomb?
B.G. Wetherby
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