Christ's Gifts |
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Though far you live from Galilee, When storm-tossed, driven on a sea Of circumstance you can't control, Allow His peace to calm your soul.
Come, follow Him. How would He act
Heed His words. If hurt unbidden
Can you give your best to others
In the quiet evening shadow
Once you've found the fount of blessings,
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| by Robert and Rita Bartholomew Christmas 1996 |