A-Poem-a-Day
Until Resurrection Sunday
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SOMETIMES I WISH…
How can I tell
how can I show
how grateful I am
that You are my Savior?
Sometimes I wish
it were possible to
leave the roast in the oven
the suds in the sink
and follow my heart’s cry
to the land of the Bible
to climb Calvary’s hill
in beautiful Zion
Oh! I’d fall to my knees
at the foot of the Cross
and wrap my arms tightly
‘round its stained wooden base
and press a trembling cheek
against the old splintered grain
and thank You for Love
so wide and so deep
beyond what I can fathom
then I’d kiss it and weep
kiss it and weep
and whisper, I love You
from the depths of my being
for I’m eternally grateful
My Savior, My Lord
Maude Carolan Pych
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