By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 07, 2016 In My Father’s House By Beatrice K. Ekman She built her house of dreams,A little here, a little there, each day;Its roof gave shelter from the rain, its beamsWere strongest timbers that no storm could sway;The walls were square, the windowpanes were brightWith faith that shed a never-failing light;Her friends who knew the courage she possessed,Took heart from her example and were blessed.This house...
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