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November 24, 1996
The Lost
We see them distant, glowing tread upon their heav'nward way these saints of God from death redeemed through blood so freely spilled.
We see them sing in distant joy, our end so far from theirs, who seek and serve the greatest love; that glory we abhor
And as we cringe in mortal dread of Him whom they adore two words alone our fear torment:
We knew!
Dear God in heaven our judge alone we knew, and laughed to scorn the truth of true freedom freely giv'n. We knew, and know, and weep in pain, who now live here in death, removed fore'er from utmost love ...
... and pow'rless to change.
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The Lost A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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