Entering the Promised Land:
Years wandering, atoning.
A generation had seen its passing.
Dry eyes strain and old legs stumble.
Has the LORD set aside his loathing?
Beyond this mountain now,
come see,
His promise at last, sends greeting.
Entering the Promised Land:
Years wandering, atoning.
A generation had seen its passing.
Dry eyes strain and old legs stumble.
Has the LORD set aside his loathing?
Beyond this mountain now,
come see,
His promise at last, sends greeting.
Your thoughts are captured so elegantly – sweet poetry of life, indeed.
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Thank you very much, 66 🙂 God bless you!
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Enjoy your blog very much. God’s blessings to you.
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Thanks for coming by and God bless!
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