It may not be on the mountain height Or over the stormy sea, It may not be at the battle’s front My Lord will have need of me. But if, by a still, small voice he calls To paths that I do not know, I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine: I’ll go where you want me to go. (Hymns, no. 270)
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Hee hee. I love all of the hands in your pockets pics. This is Tara and Hank. Can't wait to see you!!!
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