| Waiting In The Hall |
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Everyone's talking to someone, dear Lord. But, I will just talk to You. Even Your presence is soothing and calm. It's such a nice thing to do. The names in my hand are written in love. They all need Your tender touch. Intervene, Lord, send angels today. For, they all love You so much! The ones that I've left behind me, today, Are ill and in searing pain. Lead us and guide us. Oh, hold us, we pray. Help us to rise again. After it's over and I come to stand Before the dazzling throne, Let there be found no spot or stain. For, Jesus I claim as my own! |
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