Poems of Lighthouse Bob
No Place to Rest #343
No Place to Rest We see His lovely face and hear His gentle voice there in that quiet place where sinner made the choice to fall upon their knees and call upon The Name of He who bore the tree and bore our sins the same so parted from our minds the moment we confessed our sins should never find a peaceful place to rest. |
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No Place to Rest #343
No Place to Rest #343
