We are all beloved of the one Father, directed, protected, sustained by Him.
Saved by a storm and dug out from a drift:
I celebrate each time I hear your voice singing,
Our bed is an antique "full,"
rather old fashioned, high up and hard,
with spindles at the head and foot:
When Mary birthed Jesus ’twas in a cow’s stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from...
The longest night
of the year
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