I dare not seek my life to keep,
For twice came I up from the deep.
Now stand I still on unseen ground,
Where all are welcome, but few are found.
All that matters in this brief life
Not war or famine; love or strife,
Just one grim tale can I explain
Of a just God, by mankind slain.
Yet He did not rest but three long days,
Then quickened up to men amazed.
Would that all would hear His call
And heed the answer to end man’s fall.
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© 2008 Christopher C. Chan