love you. won't be long, and we'll be up there rejoicing too.
Love you, too, Coral. It's getting to be your hard time of year too. Thinking of you, sweetie.Oh, how blest are ye whose toils are ended, Who through death have unto God ascended!Ye have arisenFrom the cares which keep us still in prison.
love you. won't be long, and we'll be up there rejoicing too.
ReplyDeleteLove you, too, Coral. It's getting to be your hard time of year too. Thinking of you, sweetie.
ReplyDeleteOh, how blest are ye whose toils are ended,
Who through death have unto God ascended!
Ye have arisen
From the cares which keep us still in prison.