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One sunny mid-spring afternoon
The sound of mowing drew me to the door. I watched my husband as he pushed the mower Back and forth beneath the green-garbed oak trees. I smiled at how he did the work with ease. Still, he had worked all day. I knew that soon He would be tired and ready for his rest. He is a strong and patient, gentle man! So many times he's shown me that I can Lean on his strength and trust his love for me. Each day he proves his love, and I can see In countless little ways how I am blessed. I thank God for the priceless treasure of Our extraordinary everyday love. |
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by: Diane F. Thompson (May 21, 1999) |
