Comments for: Really, what has become of my Father’s world?

This is my Father’s world, I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas – His hand the wonders wrought.” On a still Sunday morning in September, these reassuring words – learned and committed to memory during childhood – reverberate… Read More
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