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She Was a Beauty
by
Alice C. Bateman
She was a beauty, used hard by life
Couldn't tell from her smile
That she'd ever seen strife
But the gray hairs, and stretch marks
Beneath her loose clothes
Attest to the pain in a life full of woes
There was love and laughter
Happy endings and sad
And it still continues
For which she is glad
It's the pain that makes us grow, you see
And it isn't up to you and me
To shirk our load or ease the strain
Of a heavy lifetime filled with pain
It is for God to share our load
And lead us on the winding road
The road of life, the road of love
‘Til we can return to God Above
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