It passes with the light of day.
Morning until sunset we work.
Calling upon GOD for his quiet blessing.
Down upon bent knees, praying unto GOD.
There is a time for all things under the sun.
All things cast a shadow in the present day.
Songs are sung to the beauty of GOD.
For we find in our time, a calling.
1997 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
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