By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 17, 2014 Come Forth, Awake By Terrence Sylvester Glennamaddy Burst forth, ye blooms, ‘tis Easter-tide;Turn your face upward toward the sun.No longer in the earth bide,Behold, new life has just begun.The trumpet-sound of spring has blown.Arise, ye lilies of the field,Why longer sleep ye all alone,The dark, damp earth to be your shield? They placed Him in a rock-bound grave,His body slept in quiet death;But ...
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