Let all the world in every corner sing: my God and king. TIS 105
The early morning winter mist hovered over the frosty grass with a mystical beauty and the trees stood like soldiers in a line seeming to have no base in the fog, their tops just towering upward above the mist: still, quiet, peaceful, slowly moving in a gentle breeze which seemed to ripple down across the grass and up into my face, refreshing like the Spirit of God.
Gavin Miller said: Lord I care not about positions in heaven. Let all those bent on having power rule as they may. Give me only a small space close enough to see your face.'
Where do you see God's face?
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Anne, servant of the Lord.
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