Lord, forgive the
wrong I have done.
You are my shelter; from distress you will preserve me;
with glad cries of freedom you will ring me round.
Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
You are my shelter; from distress you will preserve me;
with glad cries of freedom you will ring me round.
Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
Mark
6: 1 – 6 Is he not the carpenter, the son of Mary, and the brother of
James and Joseph and Judas and Simon?
How
do the people who knew me growing up describe [treat] me? Do I find that
comforting or annoying?
Action:
Learn something new about someone you have known forever.
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