I want to walk on paths of old
where our dear Master walked
to feel the grass beneath my soles
and hear the truths he talked
i want to climb upon the hills
where mounds of olives grow
to lift my arms and feel the thrill
of warming heaven's glow
I want to touch his healing hands
and see his loving eyes
to listen to his new commands
and with his love baptized
I want to walk on paths of old
where our dear Master walked
to feel the grass beneath my soles
and hear the truths he talked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A prayer/poem, divine!