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21 june 2012

SABBATH

One day, last of the week.
Rest we do, a Holy God to seek.
Our ways become not our own.
That day belongs to God and home.
Thoughts become a worship song.
Labors end, to hallow our wrongs.
Jesus went to the temple prayer.
The Apostles followed Jesus, in his cares.

8/30/2010  POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES


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