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            Don't judge a book by it's cover
            The pages are all worn
            Many years of constant toil
            Have left them thin and torn
            It gives a good appearance
            Belying what's inside
            Perhaps you call it death to self
            As God dissolves our pride.

            He carefully takes the cover off
            The pages fall to bits
            We're dependent on the One
            Who on our throne now sits
            Slowly He rebuilds our lives
            He puts things into place
            Not as quickly as we'd like
            But at His perfect pace.