Wherein is the hope for a tree?
Consider it's bleak demise,
A rotting form, ostensibly
All promise of life, belies.
The ebb from a river's flow
The fragrance of summer rain
Revitalising gifts, bestow
Engendering life, again
Wherein is the hope of mankind?
As he yields his final breath
His spirit is gone, his flesh confined
To the icy sleep of death.
The flow from a riven side
A love, which eternity spans
Abundant, endless, life provides
Yes, this is the hope of man!
And when this courruptible frame
Is subject to death and decay
The earth, her dust shall reclaim,
Yet I know, on that final day
My Great Redeemer, shall stand
And in my flesh, I shall see
Through mighty, resurrection power
The Saviour, who died for me
For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
Job 19:25-26 KJV
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