My Humble Abode
My Humble Abode
Lord helped to carry my heavy load,
While I was walking down the road;
Memories of those dead came back
As you see me sitting in my shack,
That has become my humble abode.
If you get a chance read book:
THE SHACK.
Jim Horn
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