THAT FINAL DAY, by Carl Gooch

That Final Day

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Listen close all of you people;

Heed the words of the wise.

Hear it ring from, the steeple,

To comfort you and dry your eyes

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Turn your ears to the proverbs,

They are revealed in the heart.

Spoken by the prophets suburb,

So truth from you will not depart.

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Our eyes will see many wise men die;

And the fool and senseless also perish.

The rich man will lose his wealth and cry,

For it was the only thing he did cherish.

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For none of us can redeem another,

Or buy them back from the grave.

The ransom is too high my brother,

No payment is ever enough to save.

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I do not fear the days to come,

When the wicked surrounds me.

I do not trust in riches as some,

But in the One who died to save me.

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I walk in His mercy led by His grace;

It is by His will I live for Him each day.

My greatest reward is to see His face;

As He calls me home on that final day.

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Carl A. Gooch ~ 29 January 2013