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Things We Say When the Earth Falls Away

This planet we call Earth
a place we may someday 
no longer call our home
is crumbling from under our feet
piece by piece like crumbs from a cake
as the days keep flying by
we are nothing but pilgrims 
dwelling on the plains
When everything on this Earth
inevitably falls away
our Eternal Savior
will be the only source
who will stand with us
from the end of this world
and in the world to come
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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