Men for ages
would receive me every spring
My fertile touch would be embraced
And cause their land to bring
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From Dust to Dust
Some do say
But what of all the joyful play?
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With courageous smile
And hopeful heart
You walked steady
Down the aisle
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God seeking His Glory to display
Plucked from the earth a crooked stray
And held him up among a mocking brood
Who said “from him comes nothing good”
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In the hours of the morning
the scribes had found a way
in the dense forest of the law
a lethal trap they lay
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Wake the morning
Search for God
Striving, pleading
Heart Facade
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Sunlight eagerly stretches in the window
With curtains drawn
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I did not see the Smith,
But His forge would not be missed
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A great mother who can find?
Life is her profession
Her hands more healing than wine
She suffers long, and is kind.
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To see the shore through blinding fog,
The summer fruit through wintry bog,
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