Father, thank You for Sundays—
brothers and sisters
huddled at your feet,
singing to You
and
remembering You
and
waiting for You—
sweet foreshadows of
Home.
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Father, thank You for Sundays—
brothers and sisters
huddled at your feet,
singing to You
and
remembering You
and
waiting for You—
sweet foreshadows of
Home.
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