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What a Wonderful Time Is Easter Sunday



The morning has come and the Lord is High in  Heaven.
What a wondrous thing is this for Jesus being risen from the dead.
A joy of incomprehensible blessing is what we can expect from Him.
A feeling of joy prevails on our hearts and minds of this day of all days.
Easter, the time of the raising of the Lord from the dead.
A glorious time when the Lord that gave His life and no man took it is Lord over all.
The truth of the matter is there is never been a god like the Lord God to do the impossible.
Raising from the dead is the miracle that will be performed time and again with the many saints God has from His children.
The promise is forever given to the saints that will rise when they pass away.
There is no exclusion of any soul that Jesus has to share in this miracle.
What a blessing for the ones who have hoped to be in  Heaven go there amid the passing of their bodies to the soul leaving and residing in Heaven.
There is a promise that is for everyone that belongs to Jesus.
Because Jesus rose from the dead so shall we that are born of Him.
Make no mistake of this for it will happen and does every single day.
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