Poems of Lighthouse Bob
The Beggar #388
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The Beggar A beggar, unworthy, I've come to His Throne with hopes of found Mercy and Grace of my own wherein I'll be ample, wherein I'll be fed by those whose examples abound in my head; of Paul and of Silas whose prison and gloom could not instill silence, but brightened the room with quake and with singing of songs filled with praise, I guess I'll be bringing my own song today; a song of forgiveness, a song of adore, a song of new passage I've asked of the Lord wherein, by His Mercy, wherein, does Grace pour, I'll seek and be certain to need beg no more. |
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The Beggar #388
The Beggar #388
