Poetry

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Now, I have a precious Savior,
Who saved me from my ruined state;
And all he asked was to go tell others,
That his blood will save them from their fate.

The way is marked with his footprints,
And with his blood he paved it straight;
It will lead you to the Father,
Sraight up to that golden gate.

Come and join this Heavenly journey,
Walk the path the Saviors made;
When lifes over and the sheaves sre garnered,
You'll meet the Savior and not be afraid.

When his saved ones have all gathered,
Safely to their heavenly home;
In that great and bright forever,
We shall know as we are known.


By;
Cindy Hutchison

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