Love is to abide
Not to strive but be
Transparent inside
Not of you but me
It would never chide
Not cover but see
A time to confide
Not to die but bleed
Love draws nigh.
It heals wounds, past sins entombs,
Looks ahead, sees life instead.
It bends knees, from rumors flees,
Raises high, will sanctify.
Love is drawing nigh.
What if Charles Wesley Had Written Joy to the World?
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Charles Wesley doesn’t need anybody to stick up for him when it comes to
Christmas songs: The man gave us Hark the Herald Angels Sing, after all.
And if ...
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