“Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly, while the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.” words by Charles Wesley, O how much these words of a song tell of your amazing love. There is no other one but you who holds us in his arms and gives us shelter from the storms of life. Dear Jesus, with a more than grateful heart, I pray. Amen.
Sheila Bennett, Jeffersonville
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