Years have past like days.
Those my age run another race.
Warmth comes from different sun-rays.
Benefits of labor frozen.
Storehouse of wages diminishing.
Fog and haze on the horizon.
Economic security vanishing.
Promises of divine provisions.
Heavenly ravens bring my daily bread.
Human affection replaced by His presence.
A bright future rises from the dead.
By: Clark Judovsky 2-17-2010
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