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Citizen Of The World

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No longer of Him be it said
"He hath no place to lay His head."

In every land a constant lamp
Flames by His small and mighty camp.

There is no strange and distant place
That is not gladdened by His face.

And every nation kneels to hail
The Splendour shining through Its veil.

Cloistered beside the shouting street,
Silent, He calls me to His feet.

Imprisoned for His love of me
He makes my spirit greatly free.

And through my lips that uttered sin
The King of Glory enters in.
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COMMENTS
Solomon Senxer 12 September 2019
I love this poem! especially the first and the third stanza.
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Rajnish Manga 06 December 2016
Each word of the poem is devoted to the glory of the almighty God. Nicely articulated. Thanks. In every land a constant lamp Flames by His small and mighty camp. In every land a constant lamp Flames by His small and mighty camp.
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Bob Macchia 21 April 2013
This man was a fabulous poet.
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