The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Hope (continued)

He rose!

And with him hope arose, and life and light.

Men said, "Not Christ but Death died yesternight."

And joy and truth and all things virtuous

Rose when He rose.


--Anonymous

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