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The Dream
by Betty Baker Bailey I stood at hilltop looking down. The world spread out 'round me I found. I ran; I skipped; I hopped; I jumped; And then collapsed. My body slumped. In mid of night I woke afraid. With darting eyes in bed I stayed. Could my world so easily fall? Not if the Christ had been my all. On bended knee I bowed and prayed, "Oh, Lord, Thou hast my ransom paid. Forgive me now and take me in. I have no wish to waste in sin." For me too many sleepless nights Were flooded, full with needless fright. If faithfulness had been my goal, His peace would have guarded my soul. |