Midnight Oil

I often burn the midnight oil
With my Master Christ-
And delve into His Holy Word;
My poor soul to suffice.
We travel over sandy dunes
And sit by cool stone wells...
He explains the Gospel
With awesome tales to tell!
Then when I get sleepy
And my eyes are blurred-
I close my little Bible
And sleep on what I've "heard!"

~penned by lynn foust


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