Poetry

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When I am old and time is stretched on
I hope I leave you something well
Never more will I recklessly toil
For now I see my days are fleeting

Although I am young I believe it wise
To learn what we can in this life
For when we pass on to that other shore
Its better that this place be secure

I see my children growing in a place
Never being exposed to threat
Of a strike of violent idealism
Or a religion who hates humanity

Abba father take us down to the river
Cleans us from our thoughts and actions
Cover our nakedness with white robes
Strengthen our hearts that pump for you

Protect us father for the enemy hunts us
On every side he waits for us to sleep
Open our eyes not only to distant shores
But to the spiritual threat in our free land

Father , Son, Spirit of God be with us

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