Posted on: Mar 19, 2012 In: Blessings With: No comments
Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May god hold you in the hollow of His hand.
