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Finding a Feast for the Body and Soul
Take THAT, pandemic.
Song from the North Country: Flood Waters
There’s a song you used to sing,
sweet redeemer rescuing.
Lift your head and sing it now,
the sun is breaking through the clouds.
Just Like in Your Town
“Do we buy our material lives at the cost of what was free?”
Campfire Song
Come a little closer to the warmth and the light…
the beacon
But now, though my tent is small and its fabric strains to tear… there is refuge here
Mister Fish — Live!
You washed up on the beach one night and saw that there was more to life…
Brilliant!
In a brilliant flash of insight, I realized that…
