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My God, to live: how didst Thou bear to live
Preaching and teaching, toiling to and fro;
Few men accepting what Thou hadst to give,
Few men prepared to know
Thy Face, to see the truth Thou camest to show?
My God, to die: how didst Thou bear to die
That long slow death in weariness of pain;
A curse and an astonishment, passed by,
Pointed at, mocked again,
By men for whom Thy Blood was shed in vain?
Whilst I do hardl......
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He sits. Face stuck in a blank stare.
I wonder if he’s still there.
His mind has wandered off again,
Taking him back to a time when...
He could walk and dance and fish.
Bad genes and cancer made those things diminish.
His eyes all of a sudden flutter,
Out of his mouth words begin to sputter...
Reciting the same story he told an hour ago.
The ending to which I already know.
Not the second or third, but fourth time...
My ears ...
...
I wonder if he’s still there.
His mind has wandered off again,
Taking him back to a time when...
He could walk and dance and fish.
Bad genes and cancer made those things diminish.
His eyes all of a sudden flutter,
Out of his mouth words begin to sputter...
Reciting the same story he told an hour ago.
The ending to which I already know.
Not the second or third, but fourth time...
My ears ...
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