Remember your Creator while you're still young and give Him the best of your life. The years pass quickly, and soon you'll be old and will say to yourself, 'I surely don't enjoy life like 1 used to.' When those days come, your eyesight will grow dim, and you will see little difference between a bright sunny day and a moonlit night. The stars will fade from your view, and each day the sky will seem overcast and dark, filled with clouds of rain" (Ecclesiastes 12: 1, 2, The Clear Word)
There was a scar on yonder mountain-side
Gashed out where once the cruel storm had trod:
A barren, desolate chasm, reaching wide
Across the soft green sod.
But years crept by beneath the purple pines,
and veiled the scar with grass and moss once more..
and left it fairer now with flowers and vines
Than it had been before..
There was a wound once in a gentle heart,
Whence all life's sweetness seemed to ebb and die..
And love's confiding changed to bitter smart,
While slow , sad years went by..
Yet as they passed, unseen an angel stole
And laid a balm of healing on the pain..
Till love grew purer in the heart made whole.
And peace came back again..
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