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Thou Art the best Bomb-Shelter. |
When clouds of devastating war drop rain of fire and death, I will
not forget that Thou, O God, art my best Bomb-Shelter. In life and
death, in disease, famine, pestilence and poverty, I cling to Thee,
who alone can show me that in all dualities of life's experiences
I can remain unharmed. Thou wilt ever protect me, making me realize
I am immortal, untouched by the changing conditions of childhood,
youth, age, and of world upheavals. |
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