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because Life could not stop for me

i slowly ran behind

hoping at our journey’s end

His reasons there to find

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He quickly ran, He took no rest

yet i could scarcely breathe

all this aimless haste had made

my inner spirits seethe

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we passed the schools where children left

their lessons done at noon

we passed the mounds of soiled snow

we passed the rising moon

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we stopp’d before a cross of wood

and there He bade me wait

then beckon’d me to follow Him

through narrow wicket gates

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since then has been but days, but each

seem’d longer than the years

since i had learned to live by grace

and render up my fears