Grandfather Gospel Poems

The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Grandma told it well.
Some missionaries
Visited her dad –
He was one deacon.
Everyone listened.

He let them teach.
All about God
And the iron rod
Deacons complained

Threatened him
Their mob came
Red -hot...

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