Lead me, O Lord, by Your gentle hand,
To quiet hills, through rolling lands.
Where hope runs free, the broken mend,
And wounded wings, the horizon span.
~ D.F.
Lead me, O Lord, by Your gentle hand,
To quiet hills, through rolling lands.
Where hope runs free, the broken mend,
And wounded wings, the horizon span.
~ D.F.
Ahhh, the imagery…both beautiful and hopeful.
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Thank you, Lydia, I’m delighted that you enjoy the post! Blessings 😀
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What wonderful and inspiring words Daniel.
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Many thanks, Denise! Glad that you enjoy the post. God bless 😀
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