Agape Love
For, without worry
Nor fear would conceive
The hand of the Almighty
Sweet comfort
Leading me...
Through torrent rivers rage
And gale force winds aloft
I trek through Winter's deep despair
To stand beneath your cross
~
O' my Strong Tower
My First Love's sweet embrace
Touching my spirit with silent vows
Unconditional breaths of Grace
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2018
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