Author: Dorothy C. Fox
Although Easter is another Sunday, I sit at my desk , with
a small Easter Lamb given to me by a little child.
Without the blessings of that precious day, we cannot
live and have a LIFE and His love is so pure and good.
My son, a wonderful one, set this program up for me,and
suddenly something happened, a ignonomous person caused me
to log off.
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