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A Song of Resurrection - Koosang-
At an old stump of plum tree
That seemed to be dead and rotten
Blossoms dazzle
Like the crown of victory.
Nature, that places its life in You,
Dies, but never dies,
And again revives and transforms as we see.
How can we, then, doubt our resurrection
That You testified in Your resurrection?
There is truth
Because there is resurrection of Yours and ours.
Justice wins
Because there is resurrection of Yours and ours.
Submitting to pain is worthwhile
Because there is resurrection of Yours and ours.
Our faith, hope, and love are not in vain
Because there is resurrection of Yours and ours.
Our life is not a mire of nothingness
Because there is resurrection of Yours and ours.