Oh, how the Father loves us… I love you, Father, for all that you are. You’re the scent of my favorite Flower—Winter’s first snow. You’re a bird’s song in spring and summer’s warm water. The
Read moreOh, how the Father loves us… I love you, Father, for all that you are. You’re the scent of my favorite Flower—Winter’s first snow. You’re a bird’s song in spring and summer’s warm water. The
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