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The Morning Mist
Like the morning mist, He swept my sins away, When I gave my heart to Jesus one warm Sunday,
Inside a Church, upon a hill
beside, some trees.
It is just a heartbeat away to
take hold of His hand
Many have come to Him; many
still come to love Him today.
The mist of Jesus is like
holiness; renews our soul again.
Let us tell our neighbor, our
friend and our foe.
©Pearlie Duncan Walker
wildfern@tx.rr.com |
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