The transient treasures here, grow ever dim
All earthly pleasures flee, I long for Him
Yet with each day, the path grows darker still
I cannot see the way, discern His will.
Amid this darkness and obscurity
I long for rest and perfect purity
Of thought and deed, in every part of life
But daily, battle self and sin and strife
O save me from myself, my tongue, my pride
A wandering sheep, for whom the shepherd died
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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