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View On Black He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater; He sendeth more strength when the labors increase. To added affliction He addeth His mercy; To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources, Our Father's full giving is only begun. His love has no limit, His grace has no measure, His pow'r has no boundary known unto men; For out of His infinite riches in Jesus, He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again! -- Annie Johnson Flint, 1914.
The burial of the dead, 30 April 2009
Cruel month, indeed..
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430EX II snooted directly above subject with half CTO gel..
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Three Little Lights of Mine
You Left Me You left me once, for a very long trip to the other side of the world. And though I didn’t mean to, I packed my happiness in your bags. When you called to say hello, I told you that all my joy went with you– that you needed to come back as soon as you could to return it. You laughed, as you always do, tenderly: My sweet, you are mistaken: you’ll find everything you’re looking for, and so much more, where it has always ever been– safe inside the top drawer, of your very own beautiful heart. ~madlyinlovewithlife From my collection of poetry entitled "Blowing Rings Around the Moon" Original photo taken with 50mm. The tealights were in mesh holders, so much of the texture was already there. Processed using my iPad with PhotoToaster and PicGrunger.
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