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Written by C. Berryman
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When Heaven decends
In Grace He comes down
His Glory sheds like
Gold all around.
The pleasure He brings
Of inestimable worth
Renders pale and weak
The riches of earth.
My innermost being
In wonder bows down
The place of His Feet
Is Holy Ground.
Drawn like a magnet
To His Lovely Being
My heart responds
To the sight I’m seeing.
Spontaneous love
Flows like a river
Adorning the Feet
Of my Lifegiver.
My highest goal
To reach the day
When in this place
Forever I’ll stay.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 25 January 2008 )
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