When all the leaves have faded And fallen to the ground I pray the trees still standing Right there on Holy ground. When everything is stripped away And we stand before the throne And we have no earthly covering but the Blood of Christ alone We'll see what only God can see And where it had begun On the wretched bloody battle-field Of Calvary there, was won. The Blood He shed for you and me It covers everything And though we stand there naked There stands our Christ the King And there we'll know as we are known White garments dressed before the throne There'll never be another fall For the Blood of Christ it covers all.
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When the leaves begin to fall.
Posted by appolus on November 22, 2021
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A Call To The Remnant 