Not rose, arose from the dead
rose from the dark cold tomb
Is risen, a living savior,
a present tense presence
Living in us, living at the right hand
the new body, the image of his human self
a man risen from the dead,
a son returned to the father
Our risen brother, victor over death
We proclaim not just his rising
He is risen, then and now
April 28, 2008
The "mystery of faith" from the Great Thanksgiving
versus the Apostle's Creed
Walk to Emmaus
Monday, April 28, 2008
Is Risen
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