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 Who  will  win  the  Race
Twilight  time  has  come, Our  journey
Soon  be  done,  My  mind  rewinds  the
Scenes, Of  our  Shepperd, You  and  me
Through  fair  weather  and  tempest  gail
His  great  love  that's  never  failed


The  years  have  taken  much, From  these  body's
Formed  in  clay, Yet  precious  gifts  were  given
 Us,  Along  the  potters  way, Patience  sorely  gained    
By  being  made  to  wait, Obedience  we  found,  So
Often  wrapped  in  pain


Nearing  the  end  of  our  race, Our  hearts  must
Contemplate,The  ways  of  man,The  flesh  wars
Against  the  spirit, Mans  soul  weighed  in  the
Balance, We'll  stand  alone  that  day, Who  will
It  be  that  wins  our  race ?


  
 






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