When the morning falls on the farthest hill,
I will sing His name, I will praise Him still.
When dark trials come and my heart is filled
With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still.
For the Lord our God, He is strong to save
From the arms of death, from the deepest grave.
And He gave us life in His perfect will,
And by His good grace, I will praise Him still.
I WILL PRAISE HIM, STILL by Fernando Ortega
Sunday, November 4, 2007
THE LITTLE PUMPKIN
Although we were "The Fly Family" for the Costume Ball, to hand out candy, I put J in D's old costume just to keep warm here in New England. J was actually grabbing candy and throwing it out the front door when I would open it up to trick-or-treaters. He's a crazy little pumpkin!