Drifting - Poem by Vivian Miles
Drifting and drifting in this world of sin
Hopeless...No Jesus within
Friends tell the story of Jesus that loves
My heart is with Him above.
Learning and trusting hearts all aglow
Light and life make blessings flow
Precious is His Book, so divine
Born of God's royal line.
Holy Bible- His Book so divine
Treasures...O Lord, Thou art mine
Mine to tell others of the great "I Am,"
Cleansed by the blood of the Lamb.
Coming, He's coming, He's coming soon
Then we'll see His light afar.
Beyond the dark horizon I see
The bright and morning star.
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