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Forever Found

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Sadly,
It came to this,
A wooden cross.
Happily,
It came to this,
Him calling us.
We are His,
And we ought
To do
What He says.
And even better,
He is with us
In everything
We ever do.
Can't you hear?
All He asks
Is that we do
As we're called,
At His side.
Everyday,
Praise God
For the trees
And stars.
Thank Him,
For being
Wonderfully
Made.
Raise up
What He 
Raises for
Us to see.
Blessed is
Forgetting
Ourselves
And losing
Track of time.
Blessed is
Being one
With Jesus
To the end
Of time.
Lost just once,
But now
Forever found.
 

Genesis 1:26-28
John 12:32
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                    See this poem @ His Newsman
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by J Alan R
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