| The Master by Eva |
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| I can see the Jordan River, A sailing ship, transfiguring now in sight. I can see the Master, With outstretched hands, beckoning to me this night. I am slowly sinking, deep waters, I cry for help, "L-rd, please take my hand!" With smiling face He gently lifts me, Towards the warmth of the sun; the Promised Land. |
| The Psalmist spoke of G-d as the One "Who forgives all our iniquities, Who heals all our diseases, Who redeems our life from destruction, Who crowns our heads with lovingkindness and tender mercies" -- Psalm 103:3-4 |