For I Am the Lord, I Changeth Not
When the last drop of the vast ocean dries;
When the last survivor of ancestors dies;
When the last second vanishes before all eyes;
When the last storm strikes with tempestuous tides;
I would be here just as I have always been,
For I am the LORD, I remain evergreen.
When the last of the blue skies fades away;
When the last ravens can no longer stay;
When the last life ends with the previous day;
When the last bloom of June withers before May;
I would be here just as I would forever be,
For I am the LORD, nothing can change Me.
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