This robin is building a nest.
Every time I open the door,
it flies to the branches of this nearby tree...
reminding me of MY "branch"...
There is a place of quiet rest,
Near to the heart of God;
A place where sin cannot molest,
Near to the heart of God.
There is a place of comfort sweet,
Near to the heart of God;
A place where we our Savior meet,
Near to the heart of God.
There is a place of full release,
Neart to the heart of God;
A place where all is joy and peace
Near to the heart of God.
O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God;
Hold us, who wait before Thee,
Near to the heart of God.
(Cleland B. McAfee)
That is the truth of what we hold on to, in our lives!
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