Poetry

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Absense makes the heart grow fonder
But gone too long, then fond no longer
It seems our stony heart grows stronger
And we have forgotten.

Spinning on this tiny rock
Round and round, our lives we plot
Friends we made and then we lost
To time's eternal cavern

But only One remains consistent
And to Him we are resistant
Dead to sin, we lack existance
Unless He first pursues us.

Ceaselessly He toiled on earth
Forsaking Heaven's eternal mirth
Giving us eternal worth
By seeking then to woo us.

Then deep within, our spirit quakes
Showing us our desparate state
And we cannot sin's power break
Unless to ourselves we die.

Then to Glory we awaken
The world by God's grace is shaken
One day to Heaven we'll be taken
Nevermore to cry.

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