Chloe and Elysia are riding round and round on their bicycles, singing madly at the top of their lungs:
Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners
Reconciled.
It sounds glorious and natural, their innocent singing with the background noise of their wheels on the deck and the summer wind in the tree tops.
They are His children, the same as I am. I want to live every day with this truth on my lips and in my heart and mind.
For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee.
P s a l m 86:5
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