Last Sabbath evening I came across a word that at first made me laugh. When I thought about it, it reminded me of the one night I almost shed tears. I'll spare you the details. Lachrymatory- tear bottle. My favourite song this week has been a special one. It was composed by By Ira F. Stamphill, "He Washed My Eyes With Tears." He Washed My Eyes With Tears He washed my eyes with tears That I might see, The broken heart I had Was good for me; He tore it all apart And looked inside, He found it full of fear And foolish pride. He swept away the things That made me blind, And then I saw the clouds Were silver-lined. And now I understand 'Twas best for me, He washed my eyes with tears That I might see. He washed my eyes with tears That I might see The glory of Himself Revealed to me; I did not know that He Had wounded hands, I saw the blood He spilt Upon the sands. I saw the marks of shame, And wept and cried, He was m
omera mago te? wiyi rach.....itieka
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