Passing Through
Passing Through
This world is not my home
I'm just passing through
I have loved and lost
But that won't make me blue
For there is much
To do and see
Far beyond you and me
From the leaves on the trees
To the deep blue sea
An ocean of love
Is surrounding me
And when I leave
I'll take with me
Fond memories of
Gods love for me
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