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If I had told you, Christ came back to life; Maybe doubt if true, From all of the strife. Some of you might say, Too impossible; Many shades of gray, Just not feasible. How can you bring back, To life someone dead; Some factors you lack, Deceptions have led. Then our message, Would have no meaning; This is a presage, That is demeaning. Then the witnesses, That had testified; Must be geniuses, The way that they lied. If the dead do not, Live and be restored; Since bodies do rot, Are stiff as a board. Your tank is empty, And faith is worthless; With no victory, Checkmate with your chess. All those believers, No longer exist; Since all deceivers, Preaching does persist. If Christ is the hope, We deserve pity; For all that we cope, Since death not pretty. But Christ did come back, To life from the dead; Only if we lack, Our faith instead. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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