Matthew 11:28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
There is a Voice through Earth's wild clamor calling,
To all the heavy laden and oppressed,
Sweet as the cooling dew at even falling;
"Come unto Me and rest."
It is the voice of Jesus still entreating,
To all the comfortless and all the sad;
Day after day His tender call repeating,
"Come unto Me and I will make you glad."
Beautiful! I am glad that I have come to Jesus; He is still calling to so many! Thanks for this, I'm glad the art of poetry is still alive in the world of bloggers. 8)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it blessed you. I'm also thankful that poetry is being kept alive through the internet. You might be interested to know that the page of poems by Annie Johnson Flint is the most visited page on my web site, The Home Maker's Corner. This makes me very happy. :-)
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