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I CanI can rest at His feet And listen to sweet Words of Life Where I make my retreat. I can hide Always In His sacred Wings While pondering Upon many Heavenly things. I can sit At the table eternally thankful For being fed By our gracious Lord With Living Bread. I can be strong And do all things In the One Who redeemed me The King Of all Kings. But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. 1 Corinthians 2:9 Julie Pisacane © 2009 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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