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Clinging Cross When my mind is fuzzy And my eyes are dim with tears, I need to feel Your presence, Lord, And know that You are near. When my heart is racing And my thoughts have such a sting, I tightly grasp this little cross And prayerfully I cling. It's not a magic piece - This cross Your father planned, But when I cling to it I feel Your nail-scarred hand. Poem by Jane Davis Copyright 2003 |
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