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One day
whilst I was feeling rather down, this poem came to me.
COME WALK WITH ME, MY DAUGHTERCome walk with Me, My daughter, Let Me teach you all My ways. As you reach your hands out to Me, I will guide you all your days.
You can come into My presence, For the curtain has been torn, And there you'll find a refuge For the weary and forlorn.
As you come into My throne room, And offer up your praise, I will fill you with My joy and peace, For now and for always.
As you worship at My footstool, I'll reach out to you in love. As you lift your voice toward Me, I'll send My Spirit like a dove.
I will fill you to overflowing With My love and with My power, And when you need to run to Me, I'll be your mighty tower.
So walk with Me, My daughter, And you'll see how much I care… I'll take you in My loving arms, And always keep you there. Copyright © 1992 Christine Chipman. All rights reserved.
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