So there is a God. And yes
Life, in giving us
To experience, enjoy must heart's
Hid good show up thus.
Now let's say, on whose green earth
We, as lambs upon
Having as strayed, as from its peace
Their lost condition
Ruthful then raised. Would not that hole
Draw, bright-hilled above
What saves, guides back to the fold in
A shepherding love?
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