“When, one day in your hand
These two drumsticks you hold —
Far across this wide land
Your story shall be told.“And when that day at last,
'Fore all the world, shall come —
You shall look on your past
And beat upon your drum.“And when, widespread, you see
All those who came to hear you —
How happy you shall be
Beneath the skies of blue.”
Once again, these words aren’t mine. They were written by a friend in late April so that I might be encouraged. And I truly was, and I still am. Thank you, James. I thank the Lord for you. xx
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