Blessings Manifold

There is nothing quite like a pink flower, no matter what time of year. He makes these for weary eyes and souls...

Our Father, by whose servants

Our house was built of old,

Whose hand hath crowned her children

With blessings manifold,

For Thine unfailing mercies

Far-strewn along our way,

With all who passed before us,

We praise Thy name to-day.

~Old School Hymn