I was a young seventeen year old student nurse in a large Sydney hospital. My best friend Yvonne, persuaded me to attend a church rally. It was the first time I had ever been to one of those. I was a shy niave country girl.
Towards the end of the service this song was sung. Tears rolled down my face as the Words hit home. Jesus had died for me. I gave my heart to Him completly that night, and the Holy Spirit filled me with His healing power. The years of hurt, fear, lonliness and dread disappeared, as I knelt at that Altar, and accepted Him.
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