(In the wait, I wait for you.) In the silent we wait; I can hardly contain myself for I know you have risen. (In the wait, I long for you.) But like the poor heartbroken disciples hiding away after witnessing your death on the Cross— they thought all was lost, all taken away from them. (In the wait, I lament for you.) Would they suffer your fate? You t…
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