By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 03, 2016 My Tryst with Christ By Ray M. Johnson At close of day, O Christ, I come to you,So swiftly on the lightning wings of thought;To spend this holy moment, and renewThose lofty visions that to me you’ve brought. If I have spent the day in some low vale,Or merely climbed a hill when mountains lured,I’ll meet you when the evening skies grow paleAnd in your presence find the hurts all cured. Or if some...
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