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REFLECTIONS
He had been a defiant who went unbowed for so long. Here laid a man who had such a poise and status with no record of despair, so breathless.

Death had summoned the strong, He had been a defiant who went unbowed for so long. Here laid a man who had such a poise and status with no record of despair, so breathless. Death's firm grips had hold him tight down that no life flowed in his vein. Now packed for an eternal depart of never coming hope. This blossomed flower had fallen in the hands of the cruel sun, the land squeezed life out and dried its roots to deny nourishment.

Though the curtains had fallen unexpected, the folding of this tent was so quick. His dew had vaporized too early. Yet we are grateful to God that he was spared enough for us.

The art of dying well

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