All things die:

the strongest ox that pulls the plow,

the laughing girl in the olive tree,

the peaceful doves beside the road.

All things die—but not my Lord.

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All things die,

and lie forgotten in the ground

and join the elements of earth:

the thronging crowds that hear Him preach

will soon be closed within the dirt.

All things die—but not my Lord.

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All things die:

the men that shout and curse my God,

the lips that wag, the fists that strike,

the hands that wield the awful whip

All things die, but not,

oh surely not, my Lord.

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All things die:

the seed of hope within my heart,

the light that lightens all the world,

the breath of life the… love of God?

all things die

but not

God,

not

my Lord…

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