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  The Soul’s Room

  This poem is my attempt to put into words my conversion to the restored gospel of Jesus Christ.

  The air was stale

  With smoke and ale

  And the dust of all that’s old.

  A threadbare chair

  Lay broken there

  By the hearth so icy cold.

  Trembling, I took

  A golden book

  And settled in the dust to read.

  The warm words flowed,

  New strength bestowed,

  The spirit knew my bitter need.

  The Saviour came,

  He spoke my name

  Cast heavenly light into the gloom.

  Cleansed every part,

  Restored my heart.

  A Temple pure he made my room.