How Beauty Comes from Pain
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How Beauty Comes from Pain

The fragrance from crumpled petals. It wasn’t my church, and it wasn’t my people, but a friend told me what happened that Sunday after church. Half a century later, I still remember. I remember the beauty that came from the fragrance of crumpled petals. Beauty from pain! The older lady stopped to speak to a group…

Spring is On Its Way
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Spring is On Its Way

I see before me through the rain A tree with buds on it again A-burst with life ‘mid winter’s strain For spring is on its way. The flowers of plenty in the ground Are bursting forth from all around Soon flower and fragrance will be found And night will change to day. So you who…

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