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Here I Sit Upon this armchair with my Lord, Here I can muse and pray; Let others go and see the world, Here I would rather stay.
Here I would rather sit and think Of flowers and springtime days; I'd rather of such fancies drink Than trudge the winding ways.
But when I sit and hold His hand, There's no place I cannot be- I can go with Him to any land, And all its wonders see!
But I would rather stay right here, And not go forth today; I'd rather sit and listen- I'd rather watch and pray.
So let me love my Saviour well, And in my choice be wise; And let me His affections tell, And drink deep of His eyes. Sr. Giles (C) 2006 Edited 05/12/2008 |
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