My Child, Come!
When I am on high
life seems so easy;
just like a peice of cake.
I think all is grand
no worries or cares have I;
JESUS won't let me fall.
But then; the icing begins to melt...
I'm no longer on high
just losing hope along the way;
I have fallen into sin.
I see no more the light
I fear it has gone out;
I'm clouded now with doubt.
Wait!, There's light,
there's my SAVIOUR too;
I will go, HE'S calling me.
" My Child, Come! "
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