Ernest Koontz
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I Come In The Name Of The Lord
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Post by Ernest Koontz on Oct 4, 2011 2:49:55 GMT
Suffer these little ones to come What will soothe their passage? Who will enter but His Son So children receive His message For His is the gift that grows To swell in voice of praise For every Christian knows Christ came from His grave He who makes the broken whole Makes the cripples rise Unsheathe your sword For the Lord For we will enter Paradise For He comes For He comes For the Lord comes For you and me He who bears all alone Drink from His Cup of Love A golden reign from His throne His, the sacrificial blood Hold hands and let’s all feel it Rising up as one Oh Jesus yes I feel it Entered by His only Son He who makes the weak strong Who on His blessings lay Unsheathe your sword It is the Lord For only He can save For He comes For He comes For the Lord comes For you and me
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Post by Daphne on Oct 5, 2011 15:57:46 GMT
I am nearly speechless at the poetry here.
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Post by annettecurtain on Oct 6, 2011 9:05:04 GMT
{Suffer these little ones to come What will soothe their passage?}
No idea. Vaseline?
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Post by Daphne on Oct 6, 2011 9:13:25 GMT
That never occurred to me.
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Post by Daphne on Dec 1, 2011 17:00:05 GMT
Upon reflection, Vaseline would do it.
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