Thankful for family and friends, for the good seen and unseen, and hoping to always remember it all comes from the King.
A poem from J. C. Maxwell, 1858
Alone on a hillside of heather,
I lay with dark thoughts in my mind,
In the midst of the beautiful weather
I was deaf, I was dumb, I was blind.
I knew not the glories around me,
I thought of the world as it seems,
Till a spirit of melody found me,
And taught me in visions and dreams.