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some days suffuse with dirtied grey scream through stain of shrapnel's gaudy glint for though each year may roll on by like so much dice cast rashly down in reckless haste and tensions build in East and West North and South from Sea to Earth on worn-out board we need not fear for garments tattered stained and torn are merely coats and we are safe within the folds of One who cares in pinions' lift we can rejoice remain unbowed though we dread a final strike if breath is taken on this flight take heart for true One knows does see it all has limits sure for what takes place at curtain call as mankind's freed through hard-paid Gift a price so steep his Son bled true so all who mourn their stolen days regale earth's plight with aching sigh - might breathe stand tall with upturned faces see time's running out for Puppeteers all sordid stench and soon eternal peace will come not just within but everywhere relief take heart
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
take heart
some days suffuse with dirtied grey scream through stain of shrapnel's gaudy glint for though each year may roll on by like so much dice cast rashly down in reckless haste and tensions build in East and West North and South from Sea to Earth on worn-out board we need not fear for garments tattered stained and torn are merely coats and we are safe within the folds of One who cares in pinions' lift we can rejoice remain unbowed though we dread a final strike if breath is taken on this flight take heart for true One knows does see it all has limits sure for what takes place at curtain call as mankind's freed through hard-paid Gift a price so steep his Son bled true so all who mourn their stolen days regale earth's plight with aching sigh - might breathe stand tall with upturned faces see time's running out for Puppeteers all sordid stench and soon eternal peace will come not just within but everywhere relief take heart
Penned in deepest respect for the greatest gift ever given mankind some 2,000 yrs ago... May we remember what the Living God has given - an opportunity of life to all who wish to avail themselves of it - Col 1:13,14; Ps 103:2
eleanor-prince
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
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