Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Let There Be Birds #510
Let There Be Birds Over mountain, hill, and valley God's inquiring Spirit searches every crevice and emotion, every heart in all His churches, every street and alley for a soul to sing His praises with the fullness of compassion and the fervor of devotion that will heat the world in fashion as do fiery blazes. Sing, oh warbler, in your garden, there may come a Christ who's passing and, oh songbird, in your Goshen, you may be the one amassing broken for His pardon and, considering endurance, I'm believing in the healing and your song that brings to notion Love has always been appealing, giving man assurance. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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Let There Be Birds #510
Let There Be Birds #510
