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Facing the Empty Nest
Who is like you, O Lord? Your beauty is in all your creation. The words welled up in my aching heart as I sat alone outside my campgrounds tent. No longer would I hold the hand of a small boy and g
Who is like you, O Lord? Your beauty is in all your creation. The words welled up in my aching heart as I sat alone outside my campgrounds tent. No longer would I hold the hand of a small boy and g