Out Past the Breakers
What would you say if you lived to a hundred?
What bits of wisdom to pass to your kindred?
More time at work, I assure you it ain’t;
Precious to Him, the death of His saints.
The kingdom’s not open to blood or to flesh.
Fear not the twinkling when all is made fresh.
Out past the breakers, press on through the gloam.
There He awaits; be precious, be known.
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