JOB 14:1-2
A mortal, born of woman, few of days and full of trouble,comes up like a flower and withers,
flees like a shadow and does not last.
---- Mine,
I understand your grief, and it is good to mourn but not as they who will not be comforted for they lack hope. The time allotted to all mortals is brief whether they live but a few moments or to a ripe old age. It goes by in the blink of an eye and then there is eternity. Nothing that belongs to Me is lost. All that is Mine comes back to Me. Be not afraid I have overcome death and your grieving will last for only a night your joy however will arrive in the radiant light of a new dawn that never ends.
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