Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Night is falling

Lake Cuyamaca, CA


Onawa, Iowa



Matamoras, PA

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

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