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exciting in its rest.
Unhindered grace through faith to say,
“Our lives are fully blest.”
Our strength is ever rising, now.
In tender love we’ve gained some ground.
The hope we have, we know not how,
but what’s been given, here it’s found.
The gentle dew upon our souls,
like gold that’s gathered from the rain.
The life of peace that makes us whole
prepares us for God’s Home to reign.
by Jay O’Toole
on June 14, 2025