Friday, August 22, 2014

The End


When my song is stilled,
My years all filled,
And my cash all willed,

I can say, my friend,
Death is not the end.
Life will still extend.

Yes, my flesh may rot
In some narrow plot.
That's not all I've got.

Once again I'll rise--
Meet the Lord in skies.
He's my hope, my prize.

And after my skin has been thus destroyed,
yet in my flesh I shall see God...
(Job 19:26 ESV)

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