Come
Free the fount of live doth flow
To all men pardon will show
Who the truth will want to know,
Bid them come.
Whe the storms of life won't cease
And the heart did know no peace
Let it heed the saviour's pleas,
And then come.
Once again the master call
Great or daunted short or tall
All he simply ask from all;
Will you come?
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caleb.datal
Graduate of Boys' Secondary School Gindiri. Under graduate of University of Jos
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