There is an old, old story
about continued worry;
all the people's groaning
and forgotten blood's atoning.
There is an old continuing story
of forgotten promised glory;
all the people's whining,
moaning, and pining;
A forgotten death on Calvary's cross
a love to still the pain of loss.
What a feat to remember the old, old story
of a Savior who came from glory;
of a victory in death
as He took His final breath.
Mary Crisp Jameson
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