Song 5.4 |The Door

My beloved, he calls, he
Put in his hand, and did wondrously
By the hole of the door, I was drawn.
And my bowels were moved, 
When I heard him stir
For him, I prevented the dawn.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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