I walked into the stark silent tomb and looked right. He wasn't there. The supposed cloth shrewn onto the cold floor. No pomp and circumstance. Still quiet of the evening. "Here lies our surety under arrest for our debts, so that if he be released his discharge will be ours. Here is the Sun of righteousness set for awhile, to rise again in greater glory, and set no more. Here lies a seeming captive to death, but a real conqueror over death; for here lies death itself slain, and the grave conquered." M. Henry. The Sun will rise again. That Sun will set no more.
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