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The sinner lives in constant fear,
Sin makes him cowardly;
No peace has he but like the sea,
Discard is inwardly.
He builds his barns to hold his grain,
And says unto his soul;
Be thou content, eat and rejoice,
But what a foolish role.
The brittle thread of life, you know,
Is held within God's hand;
Today, tonight our soul may be,
Required at His command.
Then what about the barns you built,
And filled with all your grain?
No comfort shall they give to you,
In hell with all your pain.
The sinner lives in constant fear,
He never knows the joy;
Which comes to saints who consecrate,
Their all to God's employ.
No comfort shall the sinner know,
Unless he turn's to Him;
Who wore the robe, a seamless robe,
A robe without a hem.
~ J. J. Davis ~
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