A Poem by Basilea Schlink
The holy hour is coming, When from the heavenly throne God’s Son, who was incarnate, Will come to claim His own.He waits with love expectant For His beloved bride. Her life to Him she’s given; With bonds of love she’s tied. She hastens quickly to Him For through the blood of Jesus, The midnight hour is striking, Oh, live then for His advent. From her book ‘My All for Him’ |
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