For our light affliction, which is but for a moment,
worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory
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We strain beneath the stress of misery;
Our bodies and our minds begin to fail.
Though as we age we have our memory,
Yet also it plays tricks on us as well.
No matter what may happen to us here,
Disease or loss of limb or far much worse,
And even when we face men's final fear,
We'll know that we are not within the hearse.
The glory that awaits the child of God
Is worth all of the anguish of this place.
No matter how severe we're crushed and clawed,
It can't outlive the splendor of His Grace.
If we knew
all the joy this next life brings,
We never
would complain about a thing.
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