For with Jesus we can soar higher than the storm and all the rain. We can bask in the golden rays of the masters light who soothes and heals the pain. Every moment with Him is the most cherished of all, nothing else can compare, to the beauty of His majesty the greatest love anywhere. He didn’t come to condemn us, he only came to save, in hopes that we would receive his love to rise up from the grave. Oh, grave where is thy victory? Oh, death where is thy sting? For at that last and final trump my soul will forever sing. – R. L. Godfrey

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