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So we will never lose heart, Though we are wasting away; His Word that we impart, Being renewed day by day. This fugitive affliction, Prepares a weighted glory; Beyond all comparison, In knowing the true story. As we look not to the things That is physically seen; Faith shines a light as it brings, Of the things that are unseen. Things we see are temporal, For they are just transient; Unseen things are eternal, To the faith as radiant. Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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