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Come Thou Fount

Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redee…

Everyday LifeFamilyOwenParenting

Friday

I sat with him, stroking his thick brown hair, running my fingers up and down his arm…long, but small at this beginning of awkward size he has reached at 10.

He was home, sick, today and asked for a movie, not just a movie though…he wanted me t…