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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Poem by Joyce Kilmer — The King Of Glory Enters In


No longer of Him, be it said,
“He hath no place to lay His head.”

In every land a constant lamp
Flames by His small and mighty camp.

There is no strange and distant place
That is not gladdened by His face.

And every nation kneels to hail
The splendor shining through its veil.

Cloistered beside the shouting street
Silent, He calls me to His feet.

Imprisoned for His love of me,
He makes my spirit greatly free.

And through my life that uttered sin
The King of Glory enters in.

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