For Hymn, the Bell Tolls Mar2 Toll, ancient bell, Ring home my wayward heart; Sing to my soul, Lest from the truth I part. Chime, ancient notes, To strum my wand’ring strings; Peal forth your hymn, To give my spirit wings. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
A Bird in the Hand is Worth How Much? Jan5 A bird in the bush meditating upon worth freedom is priceless Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...