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A Better Resurrection
  
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.

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I Am Vertical
 
But I would rather be horizontal. 
I am not a tree with my root in the soil