Mercer University in Atlanta - Phoenix Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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i 0f Life Prelude I sing of God, of love, of joy. of life. I sing of those I meet and where I've been. I sing of hope, of praise, of end to strife. I sing of the beginning and the end. I sing someday of one who will be my wife. The one who is nearer than the nearest friend: I sing of truth, which, sharper than a knife. The world from fear asunder soon would rend. But yet l sing imperfectly because. I am but mortal, subject to mistake, Yet hope that those who come might find my rhyme And poetry yet worth a little pause. Then listen well, of fuller life partake. And toward the goal together with me climb. Ray Coleman And he said to them all, if any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it, but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it. - Jesus Christ, Luke 9123-241 Deny himself ... and follow me. he said That day in Palestine so long ago. These words by countless thousands have been read, But so few in their lives these 'actions show. Deny himself is utterly opposed By ego, which would tower over all. And hearing thus, So many ears have closed That never hear the ending of the call. While those who hear and answer, I-lere am I, Who ask forgiveness, call upon His name. Receive abundant life. and never die. But live forever, Christ's great gift to claim. Then Follow me becomes a call of joy That far surpasses any earthly toy. Ray Coleman