As I come home after a year away ,I find there is a lot things to be grateful to the Lord for.
My parents for one seem to be well in the Lord.
They seem to have coped so well to the long distance travel to and from Sydney.
As I sit around in my room I hear the din of the choir from the church singing that beautiful hymn of Fanny Crosby ..'this is my story ..this is my song..as enduring as it is endearing'.
The next song is that beautiful nepali song I have heard it for ever in my growing up years...'Hridaya bheti charau prabhu lai hami sab sant gan mili......'
Translated it means,'offer your hearts as an offering to the lord ,together oh saints...!'
I sit,I kneel,I pray.....I rejoice....I live!
My parents for one seem to be well in the Lord.
They seem to have coped so well to the long distance travel to and from Sydney.
As I sit around in my room I hear the din of the choir from the church singing that beautiful hymn of Fanny Crosby ..'this is my story ..this is my song..as enduring as it is endearing'.
The next song is that beautiful nepali song I have heard it for ever in my growing up years...'Hridaya bheti charau prabhu lai hami sab sant gan mili......'
Translated it means,'offer your hearts as an offering to the lord ,together oh saints...!'
I sit,I kneel,I pray.....I rejoice....I live!
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