Poem by Trula Hewitt
When the evening shadows fall
And with my work all done
I take my chair and my bible
And read about God's precious Son, How he left his home in glory
To forever take my place
How he suffered and bled on Calgary
How he saves by his marvelous Grace, This gives me great pleasure
And makes my spirit soar,
So, with a new found faith
I shall love him more and more.
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