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Then comes the day... cracks thrown across,  my gaunt old face; and strength gives way... these bones are tired, cannot keep pace. What's that you say? "How much time here?" "How did you place?" I couldn't say... but won't be long, finished this race. And chunked to clay... marble stone laid, runes carved on base; then all will say... I was called home, by the Lord's grace.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
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Then comes the day... cracks thrown across,  my gaunt old face; and strength gives way... these bones are tired, cannot keep pace. What's that you say? "How much time here?" "How did you place?" I couldn't say... but won't be long, finished this race. And chunked to clay... marble stone laid, runes carved on base; then all will say... I was called home, by the Lord's grace.
Blessed are those who believe without seeing, I'm not a "doubting" Thomas. Don't be afraid brothers and sisters.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
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