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Places Unseen

To places unseen, Where I’ve never been,

I can go if I hold to your hand.

To be on this earth of some kind of worth,

To the sin stricken soul of man.

To show them your love that comes from above,

That you want all people to know.

That through me they may see the glory of God,

As I work on this earth here below.

That some soul I might reach Christ’s words to them teach,

So to prepare them for heaven above.

That one soul I might save from being a slave,

To the devil the author of lies.

Lord, use me today my God I pray,

To be what you want me to be.

That your message may spread and quick go ahead,

As your return to this earth draweth nigh.

That soon I may see what’s in heaven for me,

The mansions you built long ago.

Copyright © 2004 Naomi Shea

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