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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