MY FIRST COPY OF THE TEXTBOOK

I read again these pages,thin and stained,where tears of repentance fell;and tears of joywhen all the vast uncharted labor of the yearsfound chart and compasshere.

Precious first book ... I learned to pray,and found the gentle presence of the Christthat took my unbelieving heartat its first touchof healing.

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