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It Was Foretold

Tables turned
Coins scattered
Spark a murderous rage

Caiaphas hatches a plan
To kill just one man
His anger to assuage

Pilate is his pawn
Still Jesus rose at dawn

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Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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