Poetry

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My suffering does not compare, to the life I once lived in despair.
Although my strength is almost gone, I know somehow I’ll carry on.
With the wings of eagles I’ll rise above, till I find rest in his holy love!
A living creature I’ll someday be, as I live in obedience with the other three;
When my time has come and then I die, I won’t see decay; instead I’ll fly.
To places this world has never known, around the seat of God’s heavenly throne!
I know what we’ll say when we can fully see.
With eyes all around when we’ve been set free.
We’ll cry holy, holy, holy is the Lord! And all that Jesus created will then be restored!

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