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Immediately after the moment of my death,

my soul will receive its first fully spiritual breath

of eternity spent with Christ in Paradise;

as from my dead flesh, I ascend to a soar and a rise.

Though skeptics may make mockery and laugh,

and haters judge me for my faults and despise

me for my failures:  my hope I shall not compromise

I lean on the Psalmists' prayers as on a staff

(the way, in Egypt, Patriarch Jacob, did

from whom parts of the future were not hid;

past and present, as well, as fully secured

by reliance upon Christ, God's salvific Word).

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