Evelyn L. Bolin Poems

My House was once a House of Prayer where weary came to pray.
A passer-by could plead his cry just any time of day.

A tramp who roamed the midnight hour could find his time the best,
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How many times has Jesus proved His love for you and me?
Tis joy to know and vast to show as sand along the sea.

So many times the tempest tossed, my soul in fear would be.
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I was hungry. You gave Me no strength.
When I was thirsty you gave Me no drink.

I was a Stranger, you let Me not in.
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