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A COUNTRY CHURCH ** #909937 Not An Image ** A country church at sunset nestled in the hills of home; A silent sentinel of peace, as man and God meet, alone. As I walked past, I noticed, in the glory of the day - a path well worn by travelers who had stopped along the way. The solitude lends comfort to those who go within; asking for a new direction, no matter where they've been. It's built with love and promise by hands that you will see are guided by the hands of Jesus who gave His life for you and me. Countrymom 11/24/04
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