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Faith's Call
Rainy Sunday, the forest and it's thirst is quenched.
The woodland bathes in Springwaters drenched.
The song of a small church fills the air, in the light of faithful praise.
The hymn of The Old Rugged Cross, speaks of the salvation no longer a loss.
Soft tears and prayers rise to the halls, the light of redemption calls.
Watching the limbs of the ancient trees rise and fall.
The small church on the hill fills the air with love and song from the voice of faith's call.
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Rainy Sunday, the forest and it's thirst is quenched.
The woodland bathes in Springwaters drenched.
The song of a small church fills the air, in the light of faithful praise.
The hymn of The Old Rugged Cross, speaks of the salvation no longer a loss.
Soft tears and prayers rise to the halls, the light of redemption calls.
Watching the limbs of the ancient trees rise and fall.
The small church on the hill fills the air with love and song from the voice of faith's call.
©Allseasonsverse 2019/14/04
All Rights Reserved
SC
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Faith`s Call
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