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O God, I seem to see more of this world!
Its wickednesses, goodnesses unfold;
And though, I am mature and rather old;
I feel I am still weary, weak, though bold.
While some things ease, others become complex;
I sleep for lesser hours these days, not deep;
New problems of my life seem to me vex;
In fields of woes, flowers of joys few peep!
I struggle with the hoe in life's tough-fields;
The weather too is not as per my needs;
To many 'farmers', meagre are the yields!
All in spite of better techniques and seeds!
Nevertheless, I can count on just one!
He is Lord Jesus, God's begotten Son!
Dr John Celes
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