No tender voice like thine, can peace afford.
I need thee, oh I need thee.
EVERY hour (minute!) I need thee.
Oh bless me now my Savior,
I come to thee.
~~~~~~~~ ARROWS ~~~~~~~~ Children are a gift from the Lord, a reward from him. Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warriors hands. Joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them. Psalm 127:3-5
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