I've never lived but I've been killed;
And wounds, by me are healed.
I've been around from the beginning
and will be here as 'til men stop sinning.
Although not seen by you am I,
there is no doubt that I can fly.
And though I'm lost I still am here
from day to day and year to year.
God's Word spoke of me times seven
and I'm viewed differently from heaven.
You may need me to solve this riddle,
perhaps a lot, perhaps a little.
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