Future without past

I wonder where
Where I would be
Without my Saviours wondrous hand
Which healed my struggling mind
He brought the promised land
So near, Lord Jesus, left behind
My past
All what will last
Will be future
Creatures without any deadly adventure
Of illness, sickness and pain
Clean hands, no dirty brain

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