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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.”







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