Why, for what do we stri have that wi will bring, bring us closer No human deed wi will show us approved For two thousand years weve chocked on our efforts Only to lay down and die Things change And things stay the same Through all these trials I cannot compose myself Ti will there is a time That no heaviness Fills my heart I cannot compose myself So in all this there must arise a plan A strategy to subdue the schemes For generation upon generation God retained a silence That shattered the hears of men And for a season, all else, all else failed Because Imdifferent There is no other name Given among men whereby They might be saved in all these years When men crawled the earth Choking on his tears No composure nor completion reigned No self-righteous cleansing Leaning on the strength of self or another man No human effort can bring holiness Or even the strength to stand There is no explanation for this reasoning The only thing in life that is constant is Jesus.
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