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Be this my banner high
Against a lowering sky–
A cause for which to die.

Into the drumming rain,
Stumbling through rough terrain,
Rising above the pain.

Anywhere God may send,
No matter what the end,
With or without a friend.

Bearing my Savior’s cross,
Counting all gain but loss,
Purging pure gold from dross.

Till, with the feet of hinds,
God’s highest place I find,
Free there from allĀ Earth’s binds.



Hebrews 6:1 “…let us go on unto perfection…”

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