An old familiar hymn sings from a memory in my childhood. It was birthed out of ritual and routine but still echoes through my heart today. Only, not in the way music echoes through the walls of a church, but in the way truth echoes through time.
"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
Praise God the Father who's the source;
Praise God the Son who is the course;
Praise God the Spirit who's the flow;
Praise God, our portion here below!"
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