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Time's Wage**Lord, though I be bent with age, or all my hair be time's wage, my skin be spotted and lined, eyes be clouded nearly blind. Should all this come my way, I will look for that brighter day, when this body that temples You, will be left behind for Heaven anew. Where I will soar over earth and time, leaving all life's pain behind, in a promised kingdom of paradise divine, freedom from death, true life now mine.     *** 2 Corinthians 4:16 "Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day." Susan Hebert Ajaz copyright 2000 poetrypublisher.com/sajaz |
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