"So Send I you to lose your life in Mine." Gone.
Deserted.
Dead.
My life is buried
What want I of it?
The sin?
The shame?
The pride?
My life is lost . . .
Yet I am found
I am not my own
Yet I found life in Him
If He should vanish
I would awake without a soul
I shutter at the thought . . .
Of a life not lost in His
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