By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 20, 2018 A Song of Thanksgiving By Grace Ingles Frost For the height and the depth and the breadth of Thy love,I thank Thee, O Father, my Father; aboveEvery thought is this one dear to me,That I am protected, am cared for by Thee. For the knowledge supreme that Thou art, do I giveMy thanks unto Thee. Ah! how should I liveDeprived of this boon Thou hast vouchsafed to me?I could not, my being depends upon Thee...
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