| THE MASTER by Eva |
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| I can see the Jordan River, A sailing ship, transfiguring out of sight. I can see the Master, with outstretched hands, Beckoning to me this night. I am slowly sinking, Deep waters, I cry for help, "L-RD please take my hand!" And with smiling face He gently lifts me Towards the warmth of the sun, The Promised Land. |