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
Friday, October 2, 2009
At the Smithsonian
My one son's reaction needs no words to describe how these boys felt about this exhibit!
They were so in love with so much at the Smithsonian (American History). What a magnificent place to visit. I can't wait to go back!
My one son's reaction needs no words to describe how these boys felt about this exhibit!
They were so in love with so much at the Smithsonian (American History). What a magnificent place to visit. I can't wait to go back!
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