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"Dead Unto Sin"

by Amos Russel Wells

I have buried me out of the land of sin,
I have straightened my limbs in its last sad light.
I have dug me a grave its desert within,
I have lowered my being out of its sight.

I have said the last prayers above the tomb
Prayers of penitence, prayers of peace;
And out of the land of sin I have come,
Bathed in the joy of a full release.

It was not I that was left behind,
It is not my past that is huried there;
I am a soul of another kind,
And it is another name I bear.

I am the man who is standing here,
Glad and alert for an opening way;
I am the soul with its record clear,
I am the man who was born to-day.

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