Death
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David Wood
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Should the whole of nature fail
That would be a terrible dream
But God would see that it would prevail,
Life seen as a flowing stream.
Thus runs my dreams living still
That life prevails beyond the grave,
Life empties after death the will
Tis the spirit that God does save.
Death as though empty and pale
Is a door we all travel through
Decay is but a continuing tale
And a spirit to be born anew.
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