Images Of You And Me

I love thee who are here and near
I love thee who are there so far

Our dear Father has planned it this way
And now happily His we are

The mere thought of thee, my brother, my sister,
causes me to weep
Throughout history, our promises and treaties
have been hard to keep
We are still separated by valleys and pits so deep
But we must now climb the mountains so steep

Though sometimes we are lost, tired, and weak
There is still time to find the peace we seek

One God, one face, is all that I see
In his image are you and me

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Saurin Desai
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so very true, there is only one race, the human race…

Milton Robertson
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Milton Robertson

It’s Lovely and true. Nicely put together.

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