No one goes on, forever...
Life, it shortens, each day,
We lose friends and move on
In our own special way...
It's the promise of heaven..
That keeps our minds so sound
The Glory of Christ, our Lord
No better treasure's been found
Only He picks ...us up....
When our bodies have fallen
He 'll carry us miles and miles
Knowing we've heard his callin'
His strong arms will hold us
When our legs just won't stand
And His soft touch will guide us
On the journey He's.. planned...
So if your soul is dying..
And if your body grows weak...
If you're blind to His love
And your eyes just can't see...
Just whisper His name...
His arms will then open wide
As he waits for those words...
"Lord, Let my Heart Come Inside"
Happy Easter Tide
Susan Kahon
Copyright, 2006
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