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I Hear God's Trumpet |
jcsparks Junior Member
since 1999-11-20
Posts 13Xenia, Ohio, USA |
I can hear my trumpet blowing Which beckons from afar. Come hither to Me My pilgrim, And leave your broken jar. Weep not about this mortal flesh, Life's journey nearly spent, Rather look upon chosen path As talent Christ has lent. Does account brim with interest, Two or three, seven times? Or does his vessel stand empty Trifled on self and grime? Travel I must to Heaven's home Released from earthly pain. Are you prepared to do as such When shell to moss is lain? ------------------ |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Sorry you lost me on this one! |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I sure hope so, jc. Good poem michael |
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