The ascent

Bitter winds stormed the streetsas she walked to church.Moving closer to a building,she could feel its shelter,and warmed at the thoughtthat God companioned her ... and all.

How He must love His ownto make man in His very image—spiritual, unbatteredby the empty blastsof false mortality!

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