Classic poem of the day
The Master's voice was sweet:
“I gave My life for thee;
Bear thou this cross thro' pain and loss,
Arise and follow Me.”
I clasped it in my hand—
O Thou! who diedst for me,
The day is bright, my step is light,
'Tis sweet to follow Thee!
Through the long Summer days
I followed lovingly;
'Twas bliss to hear His voice so near,
His glorious face to see.
Down where the lilies pale
Fringed the bright river's brim,
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Member poem of the day
The first of her
came to me on the first night.
She was a woman of mystery
who sang the blues.
The second of her
came to me on the second night.
She had a history
like no other.
The third of her
came to me on the third night.
She was bright and cheery
and full with the fire
that makes life.
The fourth of her
came to me on the fourth night.
The fire was catastrophic.
The blue ......
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