| The End |
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So we come, now, to the end And the double line is drawn; Finality, with only precious Clay to look upon ... A face that I have loved for aye And known for all my life, Whose smile I watched for always; Through the sunshine and the strife. But, there was more that genes that held Our lives and hearts and souls; A common thread that really counts The most, when growing old ... Our mutual trust in Jesus, Even loving that dear name, Made us more than kin. We shared A hope that was the same. The end is the beginning. It's Coronation Day! The crown you've won, upon your head, Now yours to give away. So, cast it at His nail-scarred feet (It's filled with jewels, so fine.) And wait a bit. I'm just behind And I will give Him mine! |
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