Rosemarie Schrock Poet I do not know?

My Child, Come!

When I am on high
                life seems so easy;
            just like a peice of cake.

                I think all is grand
             no worries or cares have I;
               JESUS won't let me fall.

         But then; the icing begins to melt...

               I'm no longer on high
         just losing hope along the way;
              I have fallen into sin.

               I see no more the light
               I fear it has gone out;
             I'm clouded now with doubt.

               Wait!, There's light,
              there's my SAVIOUR too;
            I will go, HE'S calling me.

                " My Child, Come! "

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