Ending Ends

do not mourn
The Last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

Do not mourn, fair daughter, for days gone by,
Though the moment we’re born, we begin to die.
Like a thief in the night, eternity descends,
Making good the bad and ending ends.
This death you fear will be no more,
With each moment better than the one before.
All are drinking ever in, and ever pouring out.
Every love is given freely. Every joyful shout,
Is as joyfully answered. All are joyfully loved,
By that great blessed Lover who dwells above.
Every fear will be banished, every foe cast away,
And the darkness of night will be changed into day.

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