My soul is heavy with the chain That drags me down to earth; in vain I try to free me from its pain. And yet I ask not wealth or fame, I ask not power nor titled name, - Only my Saviour's love I claim. I fain would fix my wandering eye Upon my treasure … Continue reading My soul is heavy
John Reade
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Every heart that throbs must know Fountains sweet and bitter; Either we may cause to flow, By the words we utter. Idle words may pierce the deep Of the gentlest spirit, - Waking sorrow from its sleep, Treading roughly near it. Words of love may lull to rest Care, or grief, or anguish, - Rousing … Continue reading WORDS
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