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
I just had to come check in on ya. I killed myself today doing a 100 post. One day when you have a very long minute come check it out. It's more than you ever wanted to know. LOL
3 comments:
Very pretty! I love that turquiose colour!
Did you make this friend?
I just had to come check in on ya. I killed myself today doing a 100 post. One day when you have a very long minute come check it out. It's more than you ever wanted to know. LOL
I hope all is well with you and yours.
Beth
Yes, Beth, I did, decorate it. I have a woodworker who cuts the wood.
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