In The Nearby Stream My Lord Poem by Eva Mae Witt

In The Nearby Stream My Lord



Tis not to ask to do or die
I always seem to ask why

Some folks say to look forward
In many directions Lord

Tis not to ask to do or die
Today I might take a swim

In the nearby stream my Lord
Tis not to ask to do or die

I know we will meet some day
My dearest Lord I do pray

Today I will pray to him
In the nearby stream my Lord! !

Sunday, November 22, 2020
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