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The Only Place To Be

March 27, 2018 / Joy Lenton

A beautiful poetic reflection from Cheryl Anne. One to sit and contemplate as days draw closer to our Lord’s sacrifice on the cross for love of us.

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2 thoughts on “The Only Place To Be”

Bettie G

March 27, 2018 at 2:55 pm

So beautiful. Thank you for sharing!

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- Joy Lenton
  
  March 27, 2018 at 4:44 pm
  
  I’m so pleased you enjoyed it too, Bettie! Cheryl Anne has been writing lots of beautiful poetic reflections during Lent. They have all spoken to me, especially this one. 😊💜
  
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