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Whose Life Is This?By Anne Margrethe Lund Pain is moving in I feel my thread of life is getting thin This is for the thousandth time I’ve got a weary mind, a weary mind! Hanging here inside the earth Crying, crawling, giving birth Far beneath the streets of man in the under-land, the under-land
And then comes: Whose life is this? Is it yours or is it His? And if it’s His life what do you worry about Whose life is this?
Far beneath the ground Where the jewels of life are being found Tunnelling through the rock of pain, It’s not in vain, it’s not in vain. Long before I even know I affirmed with joy my path to go This joy is for breaking through to a mighty view, a mighty view
And I ask: Whose joy do I feel? Is it fake or is it real? And if it’s real joy Who is there to annoy? Whose joy do I feel?
We decided long ago Not to perish and say no He and I, and I and He We are one This is just a bending test He’s at work, and I’m at rest When we rise again we’ve won the great conquest Whose joy do I ...
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