Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Threefold #438
Threefold Praise God! My chains lay on the ground, my burdens gone, no longer found as angels gathered all around do see what love that here abounds within my heart where constant pounds have opened doors to joyous sounds of choirs singing, singing rounds while four and twenty dressed in gowns remove their crowns and cast them down before the feet of He who's wound a threefold cord with us. |
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Threefold #438
Threefold #438
