There exists no place
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away
And even more so -
He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.
Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.
- Author: Amy Michelle Mosier ( Offline)
- Published: November 15th, 2024 19:17
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 15
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