By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 11, 2013 For Long Remembering By Berta H. Christensen The moon is white above Gethsemane,The shadowed night is radiant as the day,For he is risen and at last is freeOf earth – free of the tomb wherein he lay. I bore my Son to live. In days to come –When they who sought to snare him as a birdAre one with dust, and nothing but the sumOf their deceit remains – his every word,Treasured for long remembering,...
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