When the sound of music
Fades slowly into the distance
When the lights dim and black out
And the voices of laughter cease
What will be left?
What will be left?
When the once brilliant face
Dims with wrinkle and age
When the once budding chest
Flattens itself down hill
What will be left?
What will be left?
When the horse and chariot
Cease to stop a your door step
When the one who professed once to love
Will no longer take pleasure in you
What will be left?
What will be left?
When the perfume and dress
That once pricked your heart with pleasure
When all those pleasures life once offered
No longer bring you that delight
What will be left?
What will be left?
Come to the Master, lover of your soul
Lay down the emptiness, heaviness and all
He knows exactly how you feel
And wants your empty soul to fill.
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God’s love and goodness is so immense and so touching that when I stop to think and reflect on it, i just broke into poetry like King David.
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