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Category: Poetry

  • From Selfishness Back to HIS Service

    My Father looks down He looks to see Is my heart open, meek and free? Sadly, he sees, I’m seeking pleasures vain Will I turn from my old ways, And seek His face again? Father, I come! These husks don’t fill The longing for your healing touch And for heaven…