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THERE WAS NO ROOM ON THE CROSS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: I THOUGHT THAT I COULD FOLLOW HIM
Last Line: "CHILD, CHILD, BE NOT AFRAID. YOUR CROSS / IS OCCUPIED BY ME"
I thought that I could follow Him;
But, when my feet drew near
To Calvary, at dead of night,
I quailed in utter fear.

Whereat a voice came whispering,
Through darkness, like a sea:
"Child, child, be not afraid. Your Cross
Is occupied by Me."



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