Grace upon Grace

When the curtain is torn
and a new life is born,
tears will still well
by the silent church bell.

Friends will stay friends
till eternity ends
knowing the love
of the Master above.

To serve him below
in humbleness bow,
confess his great name:
Jesus proclaim.

Though paths may divide
that never collide,
our prayers will still be
the King we shall see!

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