Sunday, February 5, 2012


In the midst of affliction
my table is spread.
With blessings unmeasured
my cup runneth o'er.
With perfume and oil thou
anointest my head.
Oh what shall I ask of thy providence more?
Oh what shall I ask of thy providence more?

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katiegirl said...

this is so perfect.

March 08, 2012

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