(PART OF OF A POEM POSTED ON JULY 20, 2010...BEAUTIFUL!!)When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking ore life's finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know
Not till then how much I owe.
Oft the nights of sorrow reign
Weeping, sickness, sighing pain,
But a night Thine anger burns
Morning comes, and joy returns:
God of comforts! Bid me show
To Thy poor, how much I owe.
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