Under the green hedges, after the snow,
There do the dear little violets grow;
Hiding their modest and beautiful heads
Under the hawthorn in soft mossy beds.
Sweet as the roses and blue as the sky
Down there do the dear little violets lie;
Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen,
By the leaves you may know where the violet hath been.
But with you (Lord) there is forgiveness, so that we can, with reverence, serve you. Psalm 130:4 ✝
Thank you, Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us!
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