[105 words] It comes to me more and more,Each day as I pass along,The love of the Father eternalIs over us tender and strong. ’Tis not alone in the sunshineOur lives grow pure and true;There is growth as well in the shadow,And pain has a work to do. A message comes in the heartache,A whisper of love in the pain;The pangs we have fought and conqueredTell the sweet story of gain. So it comes to me more and moreAs I enter upon each new day;The love of the Father eternalIs over us all the way. Anonymous…
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