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There'll be no applause
at the last curtain call,
Center stage or no;
No ovation anywhere
on this big dirt ball,
And bows'll be just for
show.
All that'll matter
when the last act ends,
From God's only Son;
The final words we'll want,
only heaven sends,
"We'll done, my little one."
2 Cor. 5:1
John 1:29
Matt. 25:21 |
