Yet it seems that a final race struggle is unavoidable
Our journey is just beginning.
Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.
...he who goes down to the grave does not return.
Who am I, that I should go unto Pharaoh, and that I should bring forth the children of Israel out of Egypt?
Have you forgotten God? Even if you have, He has not forgotten you.