Treasure of comfort
This is the book that was given to us when our mom passed away.. I cherish this book so much.
Our pastor Harlan Frolich gave this to us
I wanted to share it with all of you
god bless you all
NB More poems from this book will be added shortly
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Thou Are Near
O love divine, that stooped to share
Our deepest pang, Our bitterest tear,
On thee we cast each earth-born care,
We smile at pain while Thou are near.
Though long the weary way we tread,
and sorrow crown each lingering year,
NO path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our heart still whispering "Thou art near."
Oliver Wendell Homes
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