When I sing, “God His own doth tend and nourish; In His holy courts they flourish. From all evil things He spares them; In His mighty arms He bears them.” (LSB 725 v2), I can only smile through tears that one day I’ll meet those sainted grandchildren who have gone before us!
When I sing, “God His own doth tend and nourish; In His holy courts they flourish. From all evil things He spares them; In His mighty arms He bears them.” (LSB 725 v2), I can only smile through tears that one day I’ll meet those sainted grandchildren who have gone before us!
Just right, Dad. Thanks so much for this comment--and what a wonderful hymn verse!
God’s continued blessings to you, Jon and your eight. I was so happy to hear about #8 and will keep him in my prayers. Love to all!
Thank you, Aunt B! Love back.