"God's promises are like the birds of heaven
That fill the hours with music all day long,
Too oft unheard and oftener unheeded
Amid earth's voices of despair and wrong;
Each one a thought of God, a joy, a comfort,
If we but pause to listen to its song."
- Annie Johnson Flint
That fill the hours with music all day long,
Too oft unheard and oftener unheeded
Amid earth's voices of despair and wrong;
Each one a thought of God, a joy, a comfort,
If we but pause to listen to its song."
- Annie Johnson Flint
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