LET US COME BOLDLY
by Majorie Cooney
There is power
In the hour
That with Him I spend alone.
Joy is knowing
That I'm Growing
As I thus approach the Throne.
I've the feeling
As I'm kneeling
That I tread on Holy Ground.
In Him abiding
I'm confiding
Every burden of my heart.
Satan glowers
In the hours
When my prayer communion starts.
He is leading,
I am feeding
On the manna of His Word.
Life is glorious,
Rich, victorious,
Assured by Him my prayer is heard.
GOD BLESS YOU!
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