Jacob. Chapter Seven. Verse 26.
Looking back upon my life, it does seem like a dream;
The flood of time has washed my essence rapidly downstream.
How came I settled where I am? What am I now to do?
The past and present have combined into a scrambled view.
A prisoner of time am I; confined and sinking fast.
Oh Lord may I awake to Thee from reverie at last!
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