What power hath a name
Of what peace, folded
When God Himself answers
To what is so pled
As 'Jesus'. "Jesus, Jesus? "
In my soul I cried;
Beyond all help, unheard
When Heaven replied:
"That in this golden beam
Of pure Love essence
Is mine, His saving hand!
Mine own His presence! "
* near death experience
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