Overwhelms the immoderate mortal,
Where He keeps our memories that have passed,
When they are buried in that forgotten portal,
His omniscient and gathering grace,
To restore and retrieve,
Those memorial treasures in that forlorn place,
To return them to us, His most gentle reprieve.
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God does have a tremendous task. How he does it is not for mortals to understand. An outstanding poem John