Too late you say? For you to fly? Too many moons have now gone by… For God to take and make of you, A vessel rare of sweet perfume. Too much junk! Too many lies! Too many beds–too many ties… To past–and all it’s held you to; The things you’ve done–a toxic brew… Of evil.…
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Oh Cleansing Stream how fresh and free, That flows and flows from Calvary’s tree. My Savior then! My Shepherd now! Come rescue me—oh Purity’s Stream. Unto Yourself, oh take me… hide, Forever ‘neath Your crystal tide. Wash my heart from lies and pain, Refresh… revive my soul again! ~~~ Oh Cleansing Stream… Come flow through me, Make…
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