The leaves are almost all off the trees now, as the cool brisk winds have swept them down to their resting places. . . With the past delighted-in beauty now scattered, beaten down by storm and w…
"What is my pain is others' joy.
Cannot I rejoice that at least only I bear the pain, and not they as well?. . . .
If one seeks for a rejoicing heart, one will find--although you
cannot seek with c…
"Holy Is He"
(from the Wilds, song author unknown to me)
Holy is He, and great is His glory;
Holy is He, and worthy of our praise!
I stand in His presence amazed,
and crown him with worship and praise;
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