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Poem August 29, 1964 Issue

FREEDOM'S CALL

David L. Horn

"Come unto me."
Our Master's loving call
To weary ones who searched for rest
In Galilee.

Imparts today
Its blessed peace to all
Who follow my sincerity
His holy way.

From burdens free.
We shall no longer fall.
But rise, our mission to fulfill.
"come unto me."

David L. Horn

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