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Pensively the boy began, “At first I thought it was just my cold, and the candlelight inside the sanctuary. Something was different—but I didn’t know what. Then, at the end of the service, we sang a familiar hymn. It’s the chorus I remember—that’s when I knew that something inside me had changed.”
“What was it, son?”
He didn’t recite it, but sang, with a voice unhindered by the emotion coursing inside him, “O come to my heart, Lord Jesus. There is room in my heart for Thee.” He stared at the floor for a moment, then looked up at his parents. “I had sung those words before, and they were just—words. But tonight I sang them because they told what had just happened inside me.”
Without a word his parents, as one, embraced the boy.

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