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Words of Winds

A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Friday, April 17, 2020

Thy wish, our command

Thy wish, our command,
Never our will; thine always.
Thee guides my feet, Lord!
Brief journey; sincere, deep faith;
Thee ever our companion!

Welfare unto all 

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