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There are voices I hear in the Valley, I listen for them each day.
They are mothers and fathers in prayer.
Oh! How I love those voices in the valley!
I can hear them in the sunrise, and I listen for them at twilight.
I know they are near at the dawn of day,
As they sing a sweet hymn or say a prayer.
Those dear voices in the valley are with me everywhere!

Feed your faith and your doubts will starve to death.
Don't turn your ears from Him, listen to what He has to say,
A smile is a window in the face
When I am with God I look deep down and high up and all is changed.
Our gratitude can never be in excess of our obligations to the Great Giver. When we think of all of His benefits, we think of infinity. Our natural blessings defy calculation. If we look into our lives we have been permitted to live this day, we will find in them many things to fill our hearts with gladness and gratitude. If we would count our blessings, God would ever be receiving the honor and praise due Him. God is a personal God, He loves you and me, [and deals with everyone on an individual basis].

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