They thought they had accomplished,
A remarkable fleet by killing Christ,
Blood of Christ had been shed,
Gates of redemption opened wide.
Christ preached the message of salvation,
In the depth of the earth as He died,
Three days of mighty evangelism,
And the Sheol lost its captives for sure.
The blood of the martyrs never fails,
Seed dies to accomplish His will,
Hundred fold increase is promised,
For the seed that dies as He Wills.
Mathematics of Jesus is wonderful,
Seed dies and brings hundred fold,
Every seed is precious,
Not a single seed will be lost.
A poem by R.A.Jacob
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