When It Is Gone
While we have breath,
we boast and argue
of things we know
and those we know not
While we have breath,
we give reasons aplenty,
the messiah, not to accept
and the gospel, not to believe
When it is gone,
will we be able,
him to face,
with argument and alibi?
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