| On the wings of my L-RD, I glide away To secret places in my heart. And like a child, I so desire to stay In the warmth of the sun that encircles Us. And always when evening shadows come, When refreshing times are o'er, I wholeheartedly cry out, "Abba, please once more! Abba, please once more." |
| ON THE WINGS OF MY LORD by Eva |
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