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“The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to th “The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him, and it is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.” (Lam 3:25–26)
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home And dwell where flo Come, Lord Jesus, take me home And dwell where flowers ever grow Where there is sorrow no more Come, Lord Jesus, take me home Come, Lord Jesus, take me home And make this tired servant whole Where young and old forever roam Come, Lord Jesus, take me home
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a little whisper says a lot a little whisper says a lot
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“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening“ Whose wood “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening“ Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. (poem by Robert Frost)
tucked deep in the forest, and unfolding beside th tucked deep in the forest, and unfolding beside the road, a million blessings still themselves, waiting to be found
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