Sunday, October 15, 2017


I see in the distance
A city of gold
I look behind me 
To the people of old.

I look at my own self,
A heart full of sin
I feel my God calling,
"Oh, child, come -- enter in."

O this calling of love-
Now what can it mean?
My Christ died long ago
My cold heart to redeem.

10.15.17

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