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March 9, 2017

 

To Damascus

 

Im going down to Damascus

the skies are bright and clear

Ill not trouble this roads dust

nor over-care the grimy drear

 

Im going down to Damascus

ere life seem frail and worn

paused within the silent hush

where I might be re-born

 

Im going down to Damascus

in hope my Lord to greet

quick to Him in worship rush

praise my God of human feet

 

Ive come and gone from Damascus

astounded at these silent skies

snared again in tedious dust

to find Him here in lifes demise

 


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