...that there were some wonderful place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches And all our poor selfish grief...shabby old coat at the door, And never put on again." The Lame Man had a blessed opportunity to build up a Christian character by studying the character...

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...neglected that might have perfected And all of our poor, selfish grief The day for one less fortunate. Could be dropped, like a shabby old coat, at the door, And never put on again." — Louise Fletcher Tarkington. SECOND STAGE — FORGIVENESS. The first sign of forgiveness was when...

...place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches And all of our poor, selfish grief Could be dropped, like a shabby old coat, at the door, no A Delicate Question A prominent church worker of Baltimore was delivering one Sabbath a talk to...

...place Called The Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches And all of our poor, selfish grief Could be dropped, like a shabby...come on it all unaware, Like the hunter who finds a lost trail; And I wish that the one whom our blindness has done The greatest injustice of all Could...

...place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches And all of our poor, selfish grief Could be dropped, like a shabby old coat, at the door, A Delicate Question A prominent church worker of Baltimore was delivering one Sabbath a talk to a class...

...place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heart aches And all of our poor selfish grief Could be dropped, like a shabby old coat, at the door, And never put on again. ****** We would find all the things we intended to do But forgot, and remembered — too late, Like...

...that there were some wonderful place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches And all our poor, selfish grief...coat at the door, And never put on again. I wish we would come on it all unawares, Like the hunter who finds a lost trail ; And I wish that the one whom...

...place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches And all of our poor, selfish grief Could be dropped, like a shabby old coat, at the door, And never put on again. I am the color of audacity, Of rhythmic tribal dance, of tropic love. I am that tinct released upon the...