Pardon the Interruption
The very thought that comes to mind
Blessed beyond and every time
Mercy pours again this day
Reminding one whose life did pay
Paid beyond our pockets deep
Or empty and as we sleep
He finds again reason once more
To spare the lost, these too adored
We chase but dreams agenda ours
Forget the gift that made this hour
To rise from ash the trashed out soul
Treasured troves, His as told
Passion seems to give away
To those both lost and those He saved
No less, no more for each of us
Become of need. In Him to trust
The change we seek is ours to have
The now as then can break our bad
Bad as it seems there is a cure
To wipe us clean again and pure
Your time is His to make eternal
Choose we must Life or inferno
For in the end this fleeting moment
Could have been ours crushing torment
Pardon the Interruption
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