Tour Day 977. See

How will we know?

How might we believe?

Once it seemed impossible.

Stories He shared by the sea.

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Temple restored in three days

The blind regain their sight

Raising our friend once asleep

Feeding the thousands that night.

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Three years that changed everything

His followers experienced it all

His Kingdom not of this earth

The proud and haughty will fall.

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Three days, so haunting

We thought our mission had passed

Until they came to us running

Come quickly, don’t be last.

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Just as then, others will know

By our fruits if we follow Thee

Our words, our actions, His Grace

Inviting all to Come and

See.

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They knew him best, but lost sight of his Promises. Until that third morning.