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Sep 2018
It is agony to die, to live in death
to wait as He says wait
to breathe as He says breathe
to rise as He says rise
It is Joy to be lifted up!
But achingly
so slowly
as He shakes away the dust
and grave clothes
Elioinai
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Elioinai  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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