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+ 27.225 MHz: On Luke 24:29
Abide with me, Lord: my day is far spent,
and pastel twilight tints the western sky's
span. Eastward rises the first evening star---
light that has traveled very long and far
to be caught in my now myopic eyes---
(that did not always focus on the wise
prospect)---reminding me: faith stays content.
Although I feared, in some past years, to live,
I do not now fear death. The body dies;
the saved soul will enjoy continuation
and find, in your Kingdom, its exultation.
My many sins and failures You forgive,
and I have peace---the promise well assured
and given sanctity by Your Own Word.
Starward
