Jarom 1:2 -- "For what could I write more than my fathers have written?"
There's nothing more to write; my life's complete the way it stands,
for I have always followed all the Lord's overt commands.
Ev'ry jot and tittle finished; ev'ry weighty matter closed.
All the business of mortality I have faithfully disposed.
So why is it I feel as if the Lord still had a stroke
or two to send my way -- is it rebuke . . . or just a joke?
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