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THE AWAITED GUEST
THE AWAITED GUEST
When l feel that life is smiling,
and no fear is freezing my mind,
care is far from my surrounding,
I ken then that Jesus is nigh.
What has happened to my spirit
sorts of flames are burning inside,
urging me to dance in triumph
as l grasp the world in my hand?
All that's happened in a minute
and dispersed my care and my fright.
It is not by chance my dear Lord;
it's Your visit to my scared heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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When l feel that life is smiling,
and no fear is freezing my mind,
care is far from my surrounding,
I ken then that Jesus is nigh.
What has happened to my spirit
sorts of flames are burning inside,
urging me to dance in triumph
as l grasp the world in my hand?
All that's happened in a minute
and dispersed my care and my fright.
It is not by chance my dear Lord;
it's Your visit to my scared heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
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