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The King Rising

And so they blew the trumpets
At two in the morning
When the night is at its darkest
Because the only real King is rising.

And so they stroke the drums
Because the King is rising from the dead
In the midst of dreaming they, too arise
To welcome Him back to life instead.

Of that very word, I searched the meaning
So I can pen it for recollection
And one of the strangest things happened,
The word found me first-- it's Ressurection!

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