A poem
The bells have rung and the lark has sung
On that Glorious Easter Morn.
Our Lord God above looks down on us with love
On that glorious Easter Morn.
On the cross, Jesus died for our sin and three days later he rose again.
On that glorious Easter Morn.
On the cross he died and for our sins he paid.
On that glorious Easter Morn.
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