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<p>New page: {{info}}A hundred-twenty years the friend&lt;br&gt;Of God! Heart flaming to the end.&lt;br&gt;And in the crystal eyes a fire&lt;br&gt;From what he&#39;d seen of God&#39;s Desire.&lt;br&gt;An unabated strength of soul&lt;br&gt;...</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>{{info}}A hundred-twenty years the friend&lt;br&gt;Of God! Heart flaming to the end.&lt;br&gt;And in the crystal eyes a fire&lt;br&gt;From what he'd seen of God's Desire.&lt;br&gt;An unabated strength of soul&lt;br&gt;Had kept his mind and body whole.&lt;br&gt;O, how he longed to lift his rod&lt;br&gt;Once more and watch the arm of God&lt;br&gt;Slice Jordan like a liquid snake&lt;br&gt;And make the serpent's tail a lake&lt;br&gt;And lead the tribes dry through the slice&lt;br&gt;Back to the promised paradise!&amp;nbsp;<br /> <br /> Could God appoint a man to guide&lt;br&gt;His people while the warriors died,&lt;br&gt;To stand and suffer their distrust,&lt;br&gt;And when for golden calves they lust&lt;br&gt;To intercede with God and spare&lt;br&gt;For them annihilation there?&lt;br&gt;Could God assign an athlete this:&lt;br&gt;To run for others, then to miss&lt;br&gt;The prize? Would he require a maid&lt;br&gt;To bring to birth what God had laid&lt;br&gt;Within her womb and while she smiled&lt;br&gt;Forbid that she should have the child?&lt;br&gt;Atop Mount Pisgah Moses sat&lt;br&gt;And for a moment thought like that.&lt;br&gt;The Jordan slithered far below&lt;br&gt;And did its best to overthrow&lt;br&gt;His faith: &quot;Where has your life been poured?&lt;br&gt;It doesn't pay to serve the Lord.&lt;br&gt;He fills your life with many a hurt&lt;br&gt;And in the end treats you like dirt.&quot;&lt;br&gt;Then Moses took up the attack&lt;br&gt;And all the truth he wrote came back:&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, wicked river, stay your hand&lt;br&gt;'Tis you, not God, that stole the land&lt;br&gt;From my inheritance on earth.&lt;br&gt;Had I not doubted his grand worth&lt;br&gt;'Tis I, not Joshua, who'd break&lt;br&gt;Your twisted back and gladly make&lt;br&gt;Your trail a bridge to paradise.&lt;br&gt;And do you think that your advice&lt;br&gt;For me has any weight as though&lt;br&gt;For any real estate I'd throw&lt;br&gt;Away my God? Think you, O fool,&lt;br&gt;That all my life's a vestibule&lt;br&gt;To that?&quot; And Moses waved his hand&lt;br&gt;The full length of the promised land.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Don't you recall that I have seen&lt;br&gt;The glory of the Lord? Between&lt;br&gt;Me and my hope the day I die&lt;br&gt;Lies not the river but the sky.&quot; <br /> <br /> And then, his eyes still crystal bright,&lt;br&gt;Old Moses vanished in the Light. <br /> <br /> God grant that we the same might see&lt;br&gt;As we light advent candle three.</div>

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