a Crossing by Mary Ellen SmithHow well we understand the pain.
The flesh when gone is Heavens gain.
We set our sail from foggy shores
In weathered ships where water roars.
We near that blessed promised ground
That peaceful place in Jesus found,
Where wind and rain and storms blown past
Are put to rest at long, long last.
02/11/2003 Posted on 02/12/2003 Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
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