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The Lateness Of The Hour Can
I tell you about the lateness of the hour? It
is like looking at a rose or any other flower A
moment before the petals start to fall__ While
it is yet together and all. In
a moment of time it begins to fade and petals fall. As
we look again the breeze of time has passed away And
the petals begin to fall. As we set and gaze
The
time __precious time of life has faded away. We
should be lifting up our hearts Of “Praise to Him__” Oh,
so precious is the time for there is so little left. Each
hour falls like the petals of the rose. You
will soon enter into __ His Rest. Choose
this my precious ones__ to vow that new Start
by reaching out and holding, Him__
ever close To your heart. Choose
this__ my precious ones! When
that time comes, He shall appear__ Then
you will realize how sweet was the time, Because
you had kept Him ever near As
the petals quickly fall to the ground. Written
by, Amanda Johnson (91 years
young) 1-3-2010
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