Though you area miles from the home that you love ---a strange soil beneath you, a strange sky above . . . Morning and evening and all the through. Someone is thinking of you.
In the danger and weariness, peril and pain. In moments of doubting when faith seems in vain. Forget not those things that are lovely and true. Someone is thinking of you.
Someone remembers, and somebody cares. Your name is whispered in somebody’s prayers. Keep the bright hope of the future in view. Someone is thinking of you.
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