The nights get cold on that prairie land,
But she don’t break—she takes God’s hand.
With a baby girl tucked close at night,
She leans on faith when there’s no end in sight.
She’s patched old jeans, gone weeks on beans,
Fought silent storms no one sees.
But through each trial, tear, and test,
She trusts the Lord will handle the rest.
Her...
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