I am getting old now,
The footrace is nearly over.
Of all the wisdom I was given,
Of all the knowledge that I possess,
The one thought that comforts me,
Is that God exists in the Mind of Man,
A Noble place to dwell,
Take care for you are the dwelling place of God.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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True words David. May your god go with you.
Andy
Thank you for that wonderful thought
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