Sometimes in dreams I see a garden, With a golden gate, And there among the flowers, On a throne our Savior waits, Longing just to hear a word, From those He loves so dear, Listening patiently to hear, A little child in prayer. How disappointed He must be, When we do delay, To call on Him in loving prayer, Each and every day. Jeannette E. Smith |
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