The Lord is coming and his pace
is sure as a pace of spring.
Death, I can now firmly face
your powerlessly vain sting.
You can your crafty plan devise
with a malicious wicked smirk.
My trust in Jesus will suffice.
For nothing can undo the work
of the eternal sacrifice.
4.01.2012
Trust
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