A Quote by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
God made the forests, the tiny stars, and the wild winds-and I think that he made them partly as a balance for that kind of civilization that would choke the spirit of joy out of our hearts. He made the great open places for the people who want to be alone with him and talk to him, away from the crowds that kill all reverence. And I think that he is glad at times to have us forget our cares and responsibilities that we may be nearer him-as Jesus was when he crept away into the wilderness to pray.
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Then He looked down from Heaven above,
And saw that we all need a helping hand,
Someone to share with, who'll understand.
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The glad times and the sad times, too;
A person on whom we can always depend,
Someone we can call a friend.
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Of His perfect love in all our hearts.
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