TITLE: From Wherever
By Margaret Kearley
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From Galilee, Decapolis,
From thronging street, from quiet hill,
From growing wide metropolis,
The people came, and they come still.
From poverty, from fame, from wealth,
From busy life, weighed down with care,
From sick-bed, from abundant health,
They come to Him,from everywhere.
From days of joy when morn is bright,
From sorrow's depths when dark the view,
From mystery of obscured light,
From everywhere, I come to You.
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