May I feel that I am a stranger and a pilgrim on earth, declaring plainly that I seek a country, my title to it becoming daily more clear, my meetness for it more perfect, my foretastes of it more abundant; and whatsoever I do may it be done in the Savior's name.
Monday, February 20, 2012
And let me not lay my pipe too short of the fountain, never touching the eternal spring, never drawing down water from above
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