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Some questions disturb me as I stand here today, They haunt my mind, They wont go away. Who are you? Could you whisper a clue? Are their friends and relatives looking for you? Were you afraid in the storm? Did you struggle in death’s face? Or did you quietly surrender and die with grace? I know who you are, you are designed in God’s mold, shaped in his image, a sheep in his fold. I don’t know your name, but you are not alone, We stand here with you as you journey home. So go with God to a more peaceful shore, where names are known, and death is no more.
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