Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

all i can say

Lord I'm tired,
So tired from walking;
And Lord I'm so alone.
And Lord the dark
Is creeping in
Creeping up to swallow me.
I think I'll stop,
Rest here a while.

And this is all that I can say right now;
And this is all that I can give.

And didn't You see me cry'n?
And didn't You hear me call Your name?
Wasn't it You I gave my heart to?
I wish You'd remember
Where you sat it down.

And this is all that I can say right now;
And this is all that I can give.

I didn't notice You were standing here.
I didn't know that that was You holding me.
I didn't notice You were cry'n too.
I didn't know that that was You washing my feet.

[David Crowder Band]

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