Peering through the past, a vision, crystal clear,
How the tempest riding, His hand did surely steer.
Tender mercies shine, those nights that teemed with tears,
Dawn, its hour rising, new hope born free of fear.
~ D.F.
Peering through the past, a vision, crystal clear,
How the tempest riding, His hand did surely steer.
Tender mercies shine, those nights that teemed with tears,
Dawn, its hour rising, new hope born free of fear.
~ D.F.
Lovely 🙂
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Many thanks, Eden. Blessings and have a restful weekend 😀
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Beautiful and awesome image as always…I look forward to your posts.
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Many thanks, Cheryl. Much encouraged! 😀
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Yes. As Anne of Green Gables always said, “Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes,” but it’s certainly comforting to know that God can turn our mistakes into what’s good for us.
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Truly, such is His goodness and mercy on all of us. Blessings, Cheryl 🙂
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Wonderful!
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Thank you!! 😀
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Beautiful.
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Many thanks, Lisa. God bless and have a restful Sunday!
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What a beautiful picture and poem.
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Thank you, Pavanneh. Have a blessed Sunday and week ahead!
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