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Great Gain

By vrsmulator

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Oh Lord, my life, crown my heart And hold me in your eye; Oh Lord,My God, create a new start And my longing satify Death to pride and vanity, All hell-black greed of gains; So, hope replace calamity Setting this heart to praise! Oh Lord, my God, light my eyes - So fill me with your life; Lord, my death is of grace, As sure your love does make This life to sing all your fame, This heart to share your pains; And all my days found in peace With justice, faith and mercy. So Lord, my death is not strife As once my pride proclaimed: 'Stead, sweet Christ, it is small price You turn into great gain. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 02:40 AM PST   0 • 13

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