O There you are, my little one, so cold and tired be,
Come, lay on now, my shoulders, let your Master carry thee.
Across the treacherous rocky cliffs, that line the restless sea,
To reach, at last, that quiet place, to find your home in Me.
~ D.F.
O There you are, my little one, so cold and tired be,
Come, lay on now, my shoulders, let your Master carry thee.
Across the treacherous rocky cliffs, that line the restless sea,
To reach, at last, that quiet place, to find your home in Me.
~ D.F.
Oh, my! So lovely!
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Thank you! Wishing you a wonderful week ahead! 😊
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Thanks! And my good wishes for you, also.
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Nice photo – Good words….Thanks
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My pleasure 😃
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Those beautiful words must come from a beautiful mind, Dan.
Leslie
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All praise to Him whose word brought all to things life. 😊
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You manage to articulate that embrace so beautifully, Daniel.
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Thank you very much, Susan. Always lovely to have you. Blessings always!
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God bless you!
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