The preacher said there were three.
One said he, the greatest would be.
But as the days of life flew,
His words did not prove true.
His greatest was the first to go.
The second followed also. 

The one longest to endure,
Kept my soul most secure.
She kept me from despair,
Just by being there.
When I had heart only to cry,
She'd whisper, "At least try."

Tried as long as I could.
Perhaps, longer than I should.
Came a time to decide,
Could the heart there still abide?
My soul sorely cried,
That horrible day, hope died.

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