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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Who treads the high places on the earth, Who gave our planet joy in rebirth? Who turns the shadow of death into morning, Who turned transgression into mourning? Increased knowledge increases sorrow, With all that we carry into tomorrow; For in wisdom there’s always much grief, To scar a mind with our unbelief. We need His wisdom to guide our heart, To take what we have and set us apart. All is in vain, just grasping the wind, All we look for is not easy to find. Even at night the heart takes no rest, We’ve lost the way with all that was blessed; That which is done is what will be done, For there is nothing new under the sun. Unto everything there is a new season, So we stop to search the reason; For God is in heaven and we upon earth So we need to accept all that has worth. We cannot remember that which was, For we have forsaken God’s precious laws; Nor will we remember all that will come, For all things are evil under the sun. God has no pleasure in vacant fools, Who go their own way and forsake His rules; Therefore let all of your words be few, And may all our actions help to renew. Like shadows passing through days of life, Coming with silence and bringing much strife; Then that which profits those seeing the sun, Is all that gives true life to everyone. The race isn’t to swift or battle to strong, For things that divide us from right and wrong; I considered in my heart all of these things, For sorrow and sadness that evil brings. Like thoughts that pass through weary years, Coming in silence, bringing shed tears; The memory’s forgotten, it has no share, For we’ve been deceived and caught in the snare. From the book of Ecclesiastes
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