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1 " Watch this, Larry. The seeds I saved from last year bring forth plants this year. It’s a death, burial, and resurrection. It’s this way with the sun also. It comes up in the morning and brings us light all the day long. But in the evening it goes down. Is that the end of the sun? No... It comes up the very next day. Death, burial, and resurrection.” “I never saw it like that, Charlie. Tell me more.” “See Larry, let’s go deeper with that. Just for instance, something must die for something to live. You and I eat live substance--whether it is corn or beans, it’s a life. That life dies to give us life. Now watch this, Larry. If that works with the physical; then it also works in the spiritual. Jesus Christ had to die to give us life... "
― Jerrel C. Thomas , The Comforter: A Godly Adventure, And A Mystery
2 " On A Cold Day, Of A Cool WalkingThe day is cold, and the clouds are gray.The grass is white with frost, and may I say?The sun is coming up, over the hill.It's so quiet, and so still.In the midst of all the trees, by the broke I see.Something moving in the bush; what could it be?The frost falls from the dead leaves, as he hops about in the breeze.It's a bunny, all bundled up with fur, so he will not freeze.Life keeps on going, even when we think not.Where are you going, and what is your lot?Looking for God's Love, from up above?Jesus will fly to you, like a dove.He is there; just start talking.On a cold day, of a cool walking. "
3 " On A Cold Day, Of A Cold WalkingThe day is cold, but clouds are gray.The grass is white with frost, and may I say?The sun is coming up, over the hill.It's so quiet, and so steal.In the midst of all the trees, by the broke I see.Something moving in the bush; what could it be?The frost falls from the dead leaves, as he hops about in the breeze.It's a bunny, all bundled up with fur, so he will not freeze.Life keeps on going, even when we think not.Where are you going, and what is your lot?Looking for God's Love, from up above?Jesus will fly to you, like a dove.He is there; just start talking.On a cold day, of I called walking. "
4 " On A Cold Day, Of A Cool WalkingThe day is cold, and clouds are gray.The grass is white with frost, and may I say?The sun is coming up, over the hill.It's so quiet, and so steal.In the midst of all the trees, by the broke I see.Something moving in the bush; what could it be?The frost falls from the dead leaves, as he hops about in the breeze.It's a bunny, all bundled up with fur, so he will not freeze.Life keeps on going, even when we think not.Where are you going, and what is your lot?Looking for God's Love, from up above?Jesus will fly to you, like a dove.He is there; just start talking.On a cold day, of a cool walking. "