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HOMEPAGE |
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DEAR GRANDCHILDREN.... |
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MY CHILD SHALL CROSS THIS BRIDGE |
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BEYOND THE CLOUDS |
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MR ANCIENT |
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A RANCH MANS WIFE |
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HANDS ACROSS THE BAR |
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COME AND DINE |
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STREAMS OF LIFE |
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NATIVE AMERICAN TRIBUTE |
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HANDS ACROSS THE BAR
HANDS ACROSS THE BAR
© Vickey Stamps
There are bars across a railroad track
Tidal bars across a sea
sometimes bars of misunderstanding
In the hearts of you and me
The bar of most importance
That spreads wide across my life
Is the one that throws a shadow
Across lifes path, its pains and strife
It represents in part and parcel
The life a man once walked
Upon a precious mission
Where he lived just like he talked
His shoes were clad in dust from roads
He shared with one and all
As a simple messenger of God
Humble…straight and tall
The miracles he brought about
The lessons he would teach
The life’s that he would change
Oh..the stories he would preach
Then came the day that he would trod
A predestined twisting road
Carrying on his back a cross
On his back….a heavy load
Upon the bar that made the cross
His precious body soon was hung
And the hymn of great salvation
In a silent song was sung
Yes there are bars of many kinds
One can find here and there
But the shadow of the cross
Held our sins and his despair
Christ hands stretched out upon a bar
As he hung for our sins on that day
They still stretch out in welcome
.....To help us find our way
(c)Vickey Stamps
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