I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I
neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of
crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the
rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.
neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of
crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the
rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.
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