What strangest duty of human soul!
To live a life of large and small!
One day is great, another belittled,
One meets his fate, another is healed,
To one a vast estate, another impoverished,
While one is strong, another is famished,
What can be hoped for,
Amidst these mortal chains?
The wounds of friends are to be cherished,
The Hope of all, for sin did perish, yet rose again,
Wrought Death its end, now stands again,
Rends man of filth, and spares God's wrath,
Dissects the heart, knows its intent, transforming us
To the likeness of Him, to Whom we are less,
Yet called His kin; He calls us in, blood-washed of sin,
The Redeemed, -those called apart to Him!
-"Jeremy" C.
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