Opinion-Editorial

Robert’s Ramblings: The season of rebirth always lifts my spirits

Beck

The season of rebirth always lifts my spirits

“When through the woods and forest glades I wander,

and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;

when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze;

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee;

how great thou art, how great thou art!”

– Stuart K. Hine, “How Great Thou . . .

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