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How are the dead raised up?
What body would they get?
How the souls develop,
Is nothing for to fret.
 What you sow does not live,
Comes to life less it dies;
And only if you give,
Growth for to stabilize.
For what you sow is not,
The body as to be;
Transforming what you got,
Of what you will not see.
But God gives as He chose,
And to each kind of seed;
Because that only knows,
What each spirit may need.
Not all flesh is the same,
But one kind of human;
All animals proclaim,
For honoring His plan.
Bodies made in Heaven,
And bodies here on earth;
Glory only given,
Those of spiritual birth.
One glory of the sun,
One glory of the moon;
Glory when this life is done,
For as death will come soon.
With the resurrection,
Sown as perishable;
Finds a new direction,
Will be immeasurable.
If sown in dishonor,
It is raised in glory;
Being a new fawner,
By a judge and jury.
For the first man was made,
Became a living soul;
The last Adam obeyed,
A life spirit controlled.
Just as we had been born,
Image of man of dust;
The image we sojourn,
Through Heaven that we trust.

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