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The Cross of the death I deserved has been carried

by Jesus outside the city, and He carried it safely away

from my soul.  Then, having died on it, He was buried

in a borrowed tomb:   but upon the Third and Glorious Day,

Glorious Pascha, He rose, walked from that tomb, leaving it emptily

gaping.  Now, the accumulation of sin and all my sordid perfidy

shall not wrest me from His grasp, nor impose damnation

on me; nor disrupt my enjoyment of Salvation,

along with the bonus blessiing---a new handle and screen name installed,

which acknowledges several Scriptures (and I sign it here . . . J-Called).