FeaturesApril 9, 2000
POETRY CORNER: OUR GIFT
The finest gift that God could give His only son that ever lived. He sent Him down from heaven's shore and on the cross for me was torn. A precious man that loved us all and from our sin He tried to call to his bosom would He clasp the men that stung Him like an asp...
Charles Vickrey
The finest gift that God could give
His only son that ever lived.
He sent Him down from heaven's shore
and on the cross for me was torn.
A precious man that loved us all
and from our sin He tried to call
to his bosom would He clasp
the men that stung Him like an asp.
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Man could never save himself
So God would send us down some help.
He shielded me from, God's great wrath
and saved me from Hell's fiery blast.
He bridged for me, a chasm deep
From troubled waters, for me to keep
the fearsome thorns, did pierce his brow
No greater love, from then to now.
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