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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| A child may think the days will last, until so many years have passed as hopes are chased, and some are cast These days run fast, these days run fast. The sunset scene's a bright display, 'til light is gone to day's dismay. "The good's now o'er," some sadly say. The night can play, the night can play. "The days are still. This life review. Take time to think of things to do, 'til curtain falls for me and you, and then it's through, and then it's through." The Lord, His Purpose for each life of time in books, and band with fife, and e'en for some a lovely wife, apart from strife, apart from strife. And when we breathe each lung's breath last, or list we for Heav'ns trumpet blast. Thank Jesus for Salvation's "hast." The Day is vast, the Day is vast. by Jay O’Toole on March 27th, 2025     |
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