Come To Me Poem
Come to me poem. Come To Me by Lawrence S. Pertillar on OZoFeCom With Your Friends And Relatives. Come to Me Come to me he said again to my dismay and tired chagrin I fought to tarry a while longer.
Although we loved him dearly We could not make him stay. Poems - Come to me. Come Here to Me from Crete is a poem written by Sappho.
Come To Me by Gajanan Mishra on OZoFeCom With Your Friends And Relatives. How did men find thee in days of old. We watched you suffer.
God is your home. Let me hold you tight make love to you Come home to me darlin Im feeling so blue. I feel so alone its breaking my heart.
Let the trees mean thee and the grassy sod And the water and the air. The Lord saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be So He put his arms around you and whispered Come with me With tearful eyes we watched you suffer And saw you fade away Although we loved you dearly We could not make you stay. Come with me Submitted By.
And a cure was not to be. Come come when I am dying And stand beside my bed Ere yet my soul is flying And I am cold and dead. Come to me come to me O my God.
Come to Me ye who are hard opprestLay your head gently upon my breastCome to Me and I will give you restWeary one hither come. Youve given me Salvations bread That now more children may be fed I bless the day You set me free To spread the word to those like me.
She tells her love how great the land is and what she is missing.
Dont let one more night pass with us alone and apart. We could not make you stay. Let the trees mean thee and the grassy sod And the water and the air. Come To Me When Im Dying. Although we loved him dearly we could not make him stay. God saw you getting tired. Come come when I am dying And stand beside my bed Ere yet my soul is flying And I am cold and dead. God is your homeCome to Me Jehovah gently pleadsCome to Me I can supply all needsAnd My way unto green pasture leadsFree from sin. She tells her love how great the land is and what she is missing.
How did they grow so sure. Come home to me darlin make my dreams come true. Let the trees mean thee and the grassy sod And the water and the air. Let the trees mean thee and the grassy sod And the water and the air. He only takes the best. Come Here to Me from Crete is a poem written by Sappho. How did men find thee in days of old.
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