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Poem January 4, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

There is No Time

VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT

There is no time;
Eternal winds are blowing
About thee now;
Oh, heed their gentle touch
And rest in Love, forever knowing
There is no time!

There is no death;
In God we have our being,
And we reflect
His ever present Life.
Know this, and turn thyself from grieving—
There is no death!

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