This has long been one of my favorite old gospel hymns.
It was sung at church the SONday morning after my Daddy passed away and all I could do was weep. That was over 19 years ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I seem to have had a love of the word "HOPE" for many years.
"Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice.
Making my heart in it's sorrow rejoice."
Breathing in Jesus,
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Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.