The Splendor of the Son

Oh, the splendor of the Son, bowing in the midnight shade— Your will, not mine, be done.   With the lights of supper gone, He faced the dark and prayed. Oh, the splendor of the Son.   Freely, tears began to run as His purpose weighed. Your will, not mine, be done.   The perfect […]

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