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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