Little Ida’s Flowers

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  “MY poor flowers are quite dead!” said little Ida. “They were so pretty yesterday, and now all the leaves hang withered. Why do they do that? . . . Why do the flowers look so faded to-day?” she asked again, and showed him a nosegay, which was quite withered.  “Do you know what’s the matter with them?” said the Student. “The flowers have been at a ball last night, and that’s why they hang their heads.”  “But flowers cannot dance!” cried little Ida. “O yes,” said the Student, “when it grows dark, and we are asleep, they jump about merrily. Almost every night they have a ball.” —Hans Christian Andersen. (1805–1875)

Glory in the Highest

"Jesus, you have found us
When we wandered far;
When we could not find ourselves
You came to where are.

'Glory in the Highest'
Is more than just a phrase.
Lord, we fall before You now,
Your Holy name we praise.

Glory in the Highest!
Lust the song begin!
joy has come into our world;
Let us worship Him!

Glory in the Highest!
Worthy is our King!
Come let us adore Him,
And bring Him everything."



(Gloria Gaither)

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