My China Replica
J Joyce Hemsley
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When out and about in the City
Oft' I repeat a secret prayer...
Where is the old-fashioned Cross?
I can't see its attraction anywhere.
Oh, if only I could see the Cross
My obsession would be set free.
All my troubles would be lost
With my inner thought on Calvary.
But alas, I find no Cross of Jesus
No symbol divine do I see...
I rush to my home 'where the heart is'
and my china replica waiteth for me.
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