Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Hang Tight #478
Hang Tight You cancelled sin's seed, the children of greed, who grew to be weeds in fields turning white when harvesters came, the angels of shame, so called them by name that they'd be the light and, knowing what's wrong, the saved sung a song, a song sung along with those who do right, "Hang tight! Hang tight!" they sang with great might, "We're still in the battle, we'll fight the good fight!" |
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Hang Tight #478
Hang Tight #478
