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| So we do not lose heart. Though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed every day....we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen; for the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16, 18 |
| Nothing Really Ever Dies. |
| Nothing really ever dies That is not born anew, The miracle of nature All tell us this is true. The flowers sleeping peacefully Beneath the winter's snow Awaken from their icy graves When spring winds start to blow. And little brooks and singing streams, Icebound beneath the snow, Begin to babble merrily Beneath the sun's warm glow. And all around on every side New life and joy appear To tell us nothing ever dies And we should have no fear, For death is just a detour Along life's wending way That leads God's chosen children To a bright and glorious day. By Helen Steiner Rice |
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