In life no house, no home My Lord on earth might have; In death no friendly tomb But what a stranger gave. What may I say? Heav'n was His home But mine the tomb Wherein He lay. ("My Song Is Love Unknown," v. 6)
"Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up."— Laura Ingalls Wilder
3 with their own thoughts:
Happy Easter, Dawn, however it is that you celebrate it.
Happy Easter, Dawn.
I hope you're having a blessed Easter weekend Dawn!
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