This Poem was Submitted By: George R Palmer On Date: 2001-01-08 21:51:56 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Masters Coming

At his feet are those that followed as he led them in his way, in his hand are those he carried after they had gone astray. In his face the light of heaven in his heart a burden grave, for those he had been long time searching and saddened that he could not save. Some are crying, some are falling some just simply do not hear, the Masters voice is calling, calling, come my children, do not fear. Hands uplifted, prayerful pleading stay near my children, do not roam, for I am coming the hour is near When I shall come to take you home.

Copyright © January 2001 George R Palmer

Additional Notes:
The word calling twice in the same line were there purposely.

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