by Eva
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.
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