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.