Beyond good news,
Perhaps too good to be true,
With a wind and a rush running still,
The message is not a dream,
Nor what it could be, would be,
Loudly proclaiming a reunion,
His the supreme act of Will.
All that is condemned today
Can be known simply, the rife
Message that we will rise on the last day
With the resurrection and the life.
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