Poems of Lighthouse Bob
The Hand of God #417
The Hand of God The hand that formed the mountains, stretched the oceans to their shores, opened up the gates of Glory, reaches for you here once more. Will you take it? Will you leave it? Will you listen or ignore as its knocking, as its pounding, as its sounding at your door? “Open up!” The Saviour's calling, “Open up!” Don't be afraid, He's not come to bring you danger nor to insult, nor invade, He's much closer than a brother, He's much dearer than a friend, He's the One whose hand took nails for you that Life might He extend. |
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The Hand of God #417
The Hand of God #417