Author: randnelson
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Gethsemane to Glory
Gethsemane to Glory In a garden, long ago, My savior bowed to pray. He thought there of the coming woe, That would He feel that day. He knew stripes the whips would score, He knew their evil teeth, He knew that His great, flaming sword, Would stay within its sheath. He knew the spit they’d…
Four of Nine 