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Mourn you the loss
Of far better days
When more of us lifted
Voice in His praise.

Mourn what you had
While it fades away
Lest times be forgotten
When people did pray.

A prayer of thanks
Or, for favor in need
Would always be answered,
If not asked in greed.

Mourn all thatís gone,
Knowing we are to blame.
Lift up a fervent
Prayer in His name.


By The_Pip2

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