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Memory 4


Job 16:19 

19 Even now my witness is in heaven;
my advocate is on high.

 

Memory 4

 

When you die ... who remembers?

Just your own … is that for certain?

Foe and friend for their own good

will quickly draw your final curtain.

 

Life goes on … just an illusion.

Death survives until the final day.

Temporal then … a final intrusion.

in eternity's span ... the only way.

 

Who remembers … will you stand

as judgment calls there all alone?

Just here and there … two hand in hand

with Christ the Son before the Throne.

 

Jan Wienen

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