Poetry

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Joys of the Sabbath

It’s a glorious Sabbath
As we gather in scores
Through sanctuary doors
Jesus will meet us there
All his hope to explore

Only two or three needed
We’ll gather in his Name
We raise our voices to praise his name
It’s Gods great plan
We won’t ever be the same!

The wind is blowing all over the land
The wind of the spirit
Is taking a grand stand
Come be with us
Get a great touch

We gather in Jesus Name
Louder now than ever before
The end is near, this is not a game!
This Jesus, we so adore
All glory to him beyond the door

Oh death, where is thy sting
Oh grave, where is they victory
Killed with the breath of life
Victory in Jesus from Calvary’s Hill
His blood was spilled and cleansing still!

©Mary Alice Bowles
8/8/08

1 Corinthians 15:55
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

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